I love teas that can take abuse. This oolong begs for water just off the boil with a full five minute steep—plenty of time to referee a three-way cat battle royale among a trio of tiggers who all want to sleep on The Napping Blanket. And after all that beating, it provides you with a rich, nutty (cashews?), roasty cup. Nothing perfumey floral—just some light honey essence in it to sweeten the deal.
Perfect to watch the winner of the melee napping in a sunbeam on the corner of the bed.
We need a LOL icon!
Our big ‘un—she’s about the size and weight of a concrete block—lost the battle and planted herself firmly and horizontally in the narrow hallway so that no one should pass without experiencing her wrathful retribution.