This is a tea. I drank it. I liked it – a lot.
Really, I have very little memory of what it tasted like though. I more remember the circumstances around drinking it over the taste – I had just gotten home from work and by some miracle it wasn’t already dark yet so I frantically scrambled to boil some water, assemble some teaware, and grab the first roasted tea that I could find because I was going to have the chance to brew something toasty and comforting gongfu while watching a motherfucking sunset. So that’s what I did – and I know that it was lovely!
I. Just. Don’t. Remember. It.