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Woke up with my spouse, and started studying, We’ll haveways some of teh late-winter budset yebao, she tells me she doesn’t care, but I make it for several steeps just to fill her cup highest with the lightly camphor and pines woody pitch taste that I have been saving since 2012 when David sent this one to me, I ALSo say what’s up verdant!! If y’all reading this, and you’re still in business you must have done something right, cheers

Having my morning whiff of fresh air and wiping my milk mustache
I sat down with the tea brewer, myself I’m of the mind to describe the tea as unusually bold, jejune, teh I wish more of tea flavor would formentate as I infuse again. And again it’s one of my favorite oolong cha

The something of which I drink to with the most is sunflowers. Jasmine tea. It’s good to the last flowery jasmine tea drop,

Yaho!!Sipdown
I am so endebted to eurasia-cafe for selling me this nicely bundled tea. It was not a dark brew at first, and I could tell from the inital clarity of the liqour in colour that it was free of the additives and carmel colors associated with poorer quality leafs, et al. Descriptors abound when drinking chinese black tea, but let’s steep to the high path and talk about the velvety mouthfeel and moist Earth and eucalytptus flavors in every cup. It decreases amplitude and then the bitterness increases at a pace relative to the amount of water per brew you use. In the end it comes out of the pot looking like dried chinese prunes, and you better believe they’re still pretty bitter and could go in there again.

Hiya!! Sipdown
So autumn rose is nice, fruity moist smelling, and after the steepage in a Gravity Pot, the taste is not bitter, maybe a bit of sweetness from the flower petals. It’s not entirely vegetal and has almost no actual tea taste unless it’s residualar from my dern tea-steeping thing.
On a lighter note, I put it in a togo cup and sat at my favorite UCI campus hangout and heard a joke from some underclassers, it goes, So you’re at the hospital waiting room, and against the wall there’s two doors: the door to pleasure, and the door leading to like unbelieveable torture. In front of each door is a guard and all you know is one has to tell the truth and the other is always lying, but you don’t know who’s who, and you only have one question you ask either one. So, what do you ask them if you only have one question.?
The punchline is implicit, heh they’re both telling the truth because what you believe going into the door, is what it’ll feel like, so if you think it’ll be bad and good it’ll still be bad, and vis versa. Kind of like this tea, that I went into it thinking it would be good, and it was good.