Thank you Roughage for thie big Sample!
There’s something really fine about a Gent from the U.K. with the
handle of Roughage on Steepster, sending me a Pu-erh don’t you think so? (Roughage-Pu-erh…get it?)
Especially when the Pu-erh smells like I stepped straight from the garden with a basket of fragrant flowers on my arm into the poo musty barn where the horses are being horsy and curious about what I’m there for.
Big Story Turn:
There was a year and a half before coming to Colorado where I was pretty penniless and transient. I had no real home. My marriage had become abusive, I was sick and I had to leave abruptly with what would fit in my car.
I stayed here and there mostly on charity until I had enough money to move away on my own. This is a humbling way to live.
One place I stayed was in the hills above Cupertino,CA in a converted garage (no heat/air/stove) on my friends property. (I am thankful)
All the houses around me were multi-million dollar mansions on large properties. Right next to the the house was a horse path that everyone used to access open space trails.
My favorite horse buddy was a miniature stallion who lived next door. He was proud. That little guy would come into the yard and kick a ball around and huff and puff at any other big horse that came too close. http://flic.kr/p/cxLJSY (When you read my notes about food, I lived with a microwave and a crockpot for over a year and ate very healthy and organic without a stove!)
Drinking this tea today reminded me of the horses and hay. The smell of flowers growing in a rough English garden outside my front door. The mist coming over the hill from the Pacific in the evening. The smell of roses growing next door in the neighbors vineyard. Keah the husky/wolf dog barked at the deer and coyotes to get away, get away from the house you critters. Keah would wisely allow all the wild turkeys access without a bark though. The property had a gate. I felt safer there.
The Pu-erh was smoky flavored and salty. My cup never got bittersweet. I am under-educated about this type of Pu-erh. I wish I knew more. It looks like a Shu Nugget that would be dark and thick when steeped. Instead what happened was a clear light honey broth, sweet, smoky and not earthy in the way I’ve experienced very dark Pu-erhs. The earthiness is like a light clear chicken broth in texture and weight, a little salty and earthy like a shitake (faintly). (HELP!)
I’ve gone so many places in my mind with this tea. All over the place. From barns and flowers, escaping from harm and back to the present.
Not to forget where I’ve come from I suppose. It’s good to enjoy the distance from sorrow, and enjoy the place I am in now.
I am happy with the gift of this Pu-erh from the U.K. and all my new friends on Steepster! What a miracle you all are!
This Pu-erh is young but tastes Ancient.
I somehow feel like I could become wise if I drank enough of it.
Oh my. Wait until it ages I would be able to write a book!
(P.S. that’s me before I lost almost 60 pounds!) BRAG!