I brought the rest of my sample to my parent’s house a neighborhood over, wanting to spread the joy of this tea but also to have something to warm up to after shoveling snow for three hours. It wasn’t a great session unfortunately. My parents aren’t really the patient type and wouldn’t even sit down for my improvised gong fu set up, which dampened my enthusiasm. I brought my kyusu over, found a tea towel, two glass espresso cups, a shot glass, and a measuring cup as a pitcher. It was a pitiful yet amusing sight. The tea itself was just as fine as last time. My dad said it tasted like an ashtray but nicer. Didn’t quite get tea drunk but I did take a heavy nap afterward. Oh well.