I’m going to be cliche and rate it in the 90’s but in terms of how often I drink it, it’s an 88. The mouthfeel is great, and this tea is great for the spring on a rainy day, or better yet, on a sunny day as rays of light warm the lingering wisps of winter. My previous note pretty much details the tastes of this one, and it really does resemble a japanese green more than a typical oolong. It’s got the roundness of a great Sencha or Mao Feng, but it’s thick and slightly fruity enough to barely be oolong. Either way, this is for the snobs who like to reflect on the seasons and meditate. In short, it’s high quality, refined, and shway…
(Yes, that is a D.C. universe reference. I was religiously devoted to Batman Beyond.)
Now, to splurge on Rivendell, or not to splurge on Rivendell; that is the question. Whether tis nobler in the purse to budget the slings and arrows of a teachers fortune, or impulse buy against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them. To buy, to wait—No more and by buying to say we end the heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
that we are heir to. ‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To buy, to wait—
to wait—perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub, for in that purchase of tea what dreams may come.
This is what I do in my spare time: drink tea, write, Ham out-repeat.
Back to why this tea is good. Again. This tea is kind of unexpected, and then after a few cups gong fu, you might have something like this stuck in your head.
Are you a Libra? Or a Gemini?
The exact opposite sign of a Libra, although I have a Libra rising, or Libra Ascendant.