A hand plucked naturally harvested oolong.
I was being a complete tea snob when I saw this tea… An oolong from kenya… no thank you… Taiwanese oolong all the way for me. An impression fueled by the non-existent aroma from the dry leaves.
But as I left it to steep, a beautiful floral aroma made its way into the air. Taste is weird. Its like someone has blended a Taiwanese oolong with crisp dry black tea. The two flavour profiles encroaching and contrasting so that they start with minerals, switching into dry brisk tang of black tea, then gentle fades into dry florals and a honey sweetness. And the leaves… are a rainbow of greens, black, brown and orange. The whole thing is beautiful and I feel very bad for being a tea snob. I feel privileged to have tasted such a tea.
Although it says steep twice, I found the second cup far less full of flavour and less enjoyable…