This tea just kills me.
The first time I made it, I was on holiday in Maui and got distracted by something (so many tall, tanned distractions in Maui) leaving the poor oolong to steep for 25 minutes. It was SO bitter… and it was still so good I couldn’t help drinking it.
Then I tried it iced, and it was pure perfection.
And now I try to avoid drinking it altogether, because I have no idea when I’ll be in the vicinity of a Lupicia again.
See? This tea will be the death of me.
The scent of the dry tea is something I often find myself hallucinating. I know it so well, and love it so much, it sometimes just assaults me out of nowhere and makes me crave a cup. It has the lushest, ripest mangoed scent, but there’s also a bright, leafy oolong note. These strands of scent intertwine beautifully and lose no potency in the brewed tea.
The flavour is equally gorgeous. In terms of mango oolong, nothing can beat this. It’s full-bodied, soothing, half-elegant, half-wild and just… perfect. It’s perfect.
[Purchased at Lupicia in Honolulu, December 2012.]