from the (Mostly) Unflavored TTB
so a while back, Garret had a huge sale. He tried to convince me that I needed to buy some pu’er from his sale. I thought about it and politely declined. I didn’t need another tea to be addicted to.
Garret, why didn’t you push me harder?!?!?!
So now I’m drinking Mandala tea and loving it. And wishing I weren’t on a tea buying hiatus because I’m in love.
There really wasn’t even enough of this tea – not quite a teaspoonful. The directions say 1T/8oz, and I’m doing <1t/5oz. And still. And still.
yes, it is all this and so much more.
I want to keep drinking this tea for hours. days. weeks.
I’ve really only had a few shengs and jimminy crickits I’ve found a new obsession. (I guess it’s a good thing that I just got a whole bunch of samples in the mail.)
It’s weird. This is a tea I could sit and drink and obsess over all the different flavors and complexities, or I could drink it while doing so many other things and enjoy it without needing to pay attention or analyzing it.
(My husband said it’s okay, but he doesn’t like it as much as the sun dried buds one. And the way he said that it was okay makes me think he wouldn’t drink this again.)
He’s now writing up a grocery list for me. He needs me to go to the store because he wants to make his own bbq sauce for the pulled pork for dinner.