I made a cup to let run wild a week ago and was quite happy with the honey and cashew notes gaining umami as they thinned. I started a fifth infusion then got whisked away on errands; three hours and my entire energy supply later, I rediscovered it before rinsing the teapot.
Horror filled me as I poured it out. It was as dark as pu’erh. Even so there was no way I was wasting Damn Fine Tea. I’d never been so scared of drinking a tea in my life.
A-aaand it wasn’t bitter? Just a mild wood and nori flavor. Wow. So lesson learned: do not fear fluffy little bunnies.