Wuyi Oolong

This morning I followed the museum weather to tour a nearby collection on the history of country doctors. I carried off a decent haul of relevant literature that demands a tea equal to the task, or more accurately, a tea that is randomly chosen in the hopes that it will be found equal to the task – more specifically, this tea.

The smell is something I instinctively wanted to call leaf-litter but have since settled on tobacco foremost. It’s a complex mingling of sweetness, dryness, and bitterness that is distinctly inanimate: wood, subtle hazelnut, and chocolate all come to mind, but the taste is mild, clear, and refreshing. Paired somewhat redundantly with a cigar, it could be almost indistinguishable from a good puerh. The resteep is decently comparable but I don’t think I would push it as far as a third cup. My overall impression is that this is what it would taste like to be one of the antiquated medical texts I viewed this morning, or perhaps a forgotten lamp with a crown of dust in the study of an affluent but incredibly stressed lawyer.