Currently in the process of not buying any tea, whatsoever, until I sip down a good portion of my collection. The outside says 2020. Hopefully, it is not awful. We are doing a good twenty-second rinse to begin. Oh my ^^;… The rinse smells like dusty dust and straight-up dry dirt. Tastes like dry dirt too. Needs to be broken. I broke it apart with my fingers. Hot tea cake. A faint hint of usual oolong notes. Each steeping has revealed more notes. But I had to dump the first too. There’s only so much dirt I can handle. Apparently, I fulfilled that need as a child. I’ve lost count of my session. The dirt notes are now charcoal notes. The mineral notes of wet rocks and granite are also slowly making an appearance with each subsequent steeping.