Some days I wander around the house wondering what to drink. That's the downside of having so much tea. Once the tea collection gets large enough, choosing a tea is like finding a snack, opening the refrigerator for something to eat and then shutting the door again. Especially if the tea is also in a refrigerator, the lines between eating and drinking begin to blur, plugged or unplugged, tea or sausage. I keep tea samples in a 1970s record case and my vinyl records in a milk crate. Anyway I dug up a sample of white2tea's 1997 7582 that I've been hoarding since last year.
|1997 Light Green Private Order White2Tea|
|Sixth steep or so.|
It's not very often I get a tea that seems older than I am. And boiling water isn't enough for her. I have to let the tea actually steep for a minute or so to get all that sweet thickness going, she likes it long and slow and hot to be sure. She needs to be rolled over several times in the gaiwan to change her position occasionally. It's clear she hasn't stepped out in a very, very long time, and I'm really with her instead of feeling sorry for myself for a change. I don't care about the bad photo you're getting, because the party is at the hazy stage now where I've had too much to drink and can't move.
|12th steep, yeah it's my bedside table. Feelin' foggy.|
If I had a whole cake of this I would break it up and crock it. Then I would add more humidity to wake up the entire cake again and let her soak it in for awhile before beginning the airing out process. Might take me a year, but I feel fairly certain I can work out these stale bed odors with enough time so that I can get the storage out by steeps 7-8, a more normal amount, rather than steeps 9-10 that it took me today. This would give me an additional two steeps to enjoy the promise of a stronger nectar buried within, as yet unappreciated. I definitely recommend an attentive airing of this cake, 'twould be a waste to just drink it up without paying the proper amount of respect for what this is. I'm not sure she's too terribly deep, but sometimes a old sweetheart for the night is all anyone needs. 1:00 a.m. and the moon is full and high in the sky, she's near 20 now and not done yet, and neither am I.