You know those teas you try and, although you can’t quite put your finger on what makes it so pleasant, you look down and there’s only dregs in your cup? This is one. My first pouchong. It is thick and velvety and juicy with maybe a little hay-toast-and-honey vibe. My thanks to k s for the treat.
Somebody asked me once when I became a tea junkie; I think it dates back to college when I needed caffeine for a 7 a.m. class but chose not to do coffee. My favorite teapot is a medium-sized Brown Betty given to me by my Mema; the painted flowers are chipping off, but the size and feel is perfect. I rejoice when I get a morning to brew a pot of loose tea starting with a kettle; not a bag and a hot pot.
Southwest Missouri
