Tick. Tock. Time passes and with it four grams here and another four grams there and pretty soon I will be out of
Fragrant Leaf's best offering to date, this
Bai Hao Formosa, a precious thing in a mason jar that I keep socked away for special occasions. Like Sunday mornings. Wonder if it will still be here for my New Year's party. Oh wait, I don't do that. In fact, I haven't been to a NY's eve party since I used to have to work them as fund-raisers for the non-profit theatre I used to work at for so many years. Still, bringing out this tea is a quiet little party all on its own. Not a puerh intense party, but a quiet and civilized party, just me. And thee, my little four grams of tea. Sigh.
I will miss this tea but will, no doubt find another to take its place as most favored to this queen. Another hand-maiden of delight. Oh, for goodness sake, I'll shut up now and drink the damned stuff before it gets too cold. Where is my digital thermometer? Damn it, I ruined it, down to 165f, another four grams lost by my ruinous desire to talk more than I experience. Dear Readers, do not be like your narrator here, drink your tea, be one with your tea and then, if you must, if you muddily-must, then and only then write about it!
