Three Black Fruits Black Tea - A dazzling trio of flavors
Among the House's most personal creations, some are born from a vibrant childhood memory. Trois Fruits Noirs is one of them: a black tea inspired by late harvests, in the heart of a dying summer.
As soon as you open the box, the promise is there, dazzling: beautiful dark, twisted leaves ofblack teas from China and Ceylon, interwoven with pieces of blackcurrant, deep, bright, like so many tangy nuggets. When infused, the liqueur takes on a dark, almost nocturnal hue, shining like a ripe fruit under the dew. The nose opens with an opulent bouquet of black fruits: theblackberry, fleshy and lively; theblueberry, soft and woody; theblackcurrant, intensely perfumed, almost heady.
On the palate, the black tea structures the tasting with its deep warmth, while allowing the juicy and slightly sweet notes of the berries to flourish, like a dense, elegant, and racy syrup. A natural, almost instinctive pairing, as these fruits seem to have been made to meet in the same cup.
When we set off on the roads...
For Andrea, our flavor creator, August 15th meant beautiful escapes and Normandy sweets. The journey always began at Gare Saint-Lazare, on a train heading toward Dieppe, before a few kilometers further on, Aunt Céline's cottage appeared, nestled in a green setting.
In the old garage, the bicycles waited patiently. His, gentian blue, still bore its slightly worn yellow tensioner, ready to hold the now indispensable wicker basket. All it took was a ray of sunshine to set off, cousins in single file, hair blowing in the wind, toward the Little Dalles or some bramble-lined path.
And always, on the way back, came the time for picking. The bikes, hastily thrown to the side of the road, became silent witnesses to a wild feast: blackberries and blueberries hastily picked, fingers stained purple, pockets bulging with juicy treasures. Then, it was the gallop back, sneakers as brakes, towards the house where a sweet smell already promised what was to come.
The fruits of late summer
Aunt Céline was waiting for them in the kitchen, apron tied, wooden spoons in hand. Soon, the house was filled with the scent of warm sugar, crushed fruit, and simmering juice reduced to jam. Jellies, syrups, and still-hot jars filled the windowsills, lined up like promises of a delicious winter. From this vibrant memory, from these summers stained with childhood, a simple and precious desire was born: to rediscover, in a cup of tea, the unspoiled emotion of a Normandy summer. The light laughter beneath the trees, the velvety smoothness of a ripe berry, the warmth of a still-steaming jam, placed directly on the kitchen tablecloth.
A tea like a childhood fruit
Trois Fruits Noirs is a return to the roots, a tribute to simple rustic pleasures. It's perfect with a slice of yogurt cake, a red berry financier, or a barely warmed apple tart. Served with homemade blackberry compote, Breton shortbread, or a blueberry clafoutis, it becomes a dessert in its own right, enveloping and comforting, like a sweet embrace.
And when the good weather arrives, Trois Fruits Noirs reinvents itself as an iced tea. Cold-infused for a few hours, it releases all the tangy freshness of its black berries. Served in a translucent carafe, garnished with fresh blackberries and a few mint leaves, it becomes a joyful and thirst-quenching summer drink, a memory to drink, like a basket of fruit hand-picked from the bottom of the garden.
