I found a bag with probably half an ounce of this, forgotten and forlorn in the darkest corner of my fancy thrift store tea chest. I remembered the hole it left in my pocketbook and decided to use before it went bad.
In the year and a half since I last tasted it, I figured my palate had to have evolved to pick up on the nuances of this tea, to see if it justified the price Teavana asked.
Well. . . not really. I was able to pick up more maltiness and appreciate the lack of astringency. The leaves themselves are gorgeous little twists of sable and gold. I love chinese blacks, and this is not a bad cup, but it’s just not one I can justify purchasing when compared to other, far cheaper Chinese black teas.