I already had a lot of tea when I stupidly decide to start a session with this one.
I’m feeling quite anxious. I’ve been very busy working in the last 5 days. And now it’s Sunday, I’m at home, and suddenly the awareness of my human condition hits me with dreadful thoughts, confusion, and feelings of hopelessness.
At some point in the morning I decide to start a session with this one. Maybe not a good idea, since my body it’s telling me to stop drinking tea. Anyway.
The wet leaves have a warm, low-keyed aroma. This is the last bit of my 25g sample. This tea feels like shadowy and unclear. A black pepper spiciness lingers at the roof of my mouth. Not super thick. Rough texture. On top of everything I found something that I may call “pekoe aroma”. Everything else is a sweet-dirty-roots kingdom. I start feeling some kind of pressure on my brain, and slightly stoned.
I don’t see much dynamicity here, there’s some floweriness like tiny flowers growing in a rotten tree trunk. Spicy aftertaste with “generic tea” aroma on the roof of the mouth.
Later steps: dryness. Cooling sensation. Herbal. Spicy. Sugarcane sweetness.
Actually as I’m writing this I’m feeling quite tea high. A paralysing heaviness. I like it. Now I’m gonna say the magic words that’ll turn me into a tea connoisseur: strong qi.