Oolong is delicious; Dan Cong is oolong; Dan Cong is delicious. I feel as though I know just enough about the stuff to understand why folks get stoked about it, but not enough to have had my brain and soul shaken into conversion.
There’s a certain satisfaction to drowning it hot and fast, ripping it out of the pot before it can put up its tiny astringency fists and punch me in the face. But also I kinda crave the long-lazy, the deep pull of wisdom and nuance and patience.
Ah. Maybe I’m craving some yin to my current yang… maybe pot-ripping will perfectly align with some tidy, quiet, dough-proofing future day, to bring its own kind of nuance and wisdom to me then. We shall see.
I love this…<3