Ashmanra sent a little sample of this tea our way, not for me, but for the hubster. Now, you have to remember that his oolong gold standard is bagged supermarket Bigelow Oolong, oversteeped until it can stand up without the cup. Set the pricey stuff in front of him, and he generally fusses because it is too fruity or too flowery.
So I was surprised at his reaction to this one: “I’m getting honey. Or maybe honeysuckle.” And while it wasn’t quite a rave review, he didn’t politely “forget” the cup until it was too cold to be useful. Baby steps.
I got honey, too, but with a little toasted homemade bread underneath. Very gentle, very nice. Looking forward to a rerun cup shortly.
Aw, yaaay! We shall not despise the day of small beginnings! I will have to find something more roasty toasty to send him!