Okay, so there are some Shus you might date: they’re wild, unpredictable, and exhilirating, but slightly high-maintenance. You don’t want to always mess around with steeping times and water temps. Then there is the Shu you marry and she’s from Peacock Village. Beautiful but not flashy, never volatile, comforting, consistenly there for you. Satisfying in the “deep heart’s core.”*
W.B. Yeats, The Lake Isle of InnisfreeComments
Thanks! I haven’t had many new teas on which to comment. I’m putting in an order at Upton for some first flush darjeelings which I’m excited to try.
If I wasn’t an old woman who would gross you out I’d give you a big kiss for a review like this one with tears in my eyes! So short but beautifully expressed!
Ha Ha, I had my issues wrestling with this Pu’er…until I could hear what it had to say. (Your’s was female, mine male…I must have received her brother! And I do find romance in a muscular Shu who would be more like one of my Highlander kinsman in a kilt! (Yeats would approve although the setting for the longing in the poem was for Ireland it meant a longing for the freedom from city life.))
Love this review!
Thanks! I haven’t had many new teas on which to comment. I’m putting in an order at Upton for some first flush darjeelings which I’m excited to try.
Looking forward to reading more from you; glad to see you back.
Awesome tasting note! My thoughts exactly. And bonus for the Yeats reference. Cheers!
Thanks Geoffrey—I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to work some poetry into my comment.
If I wasn’t an old woman who would gross you out I’d give you a big kiss for a review like this one with tears in my eyes! So short but beautifully expressed!
Kisses are always welcome and never gross.
Ha Ha, I had my issues wrestling with this Pu’er…until I could hear what it had to say. (Your’s was female, mine male…I must have received her brother! And I do find romance in a muscular Shu who would be more like one of my Highlander kinsman in a kilt! (Yeats would approve although the setting for the longing in the poem was for Ireland it meant a longing for the freedom from city life.))