The dry leaves of this tea have some very unexpected high brightness to them.
The wet leaves are powerfully dark green, but not muddy.
The cup is a vibrant yellow green color and smells more like the dry leaf than the wet.
The low temperature and extremely short steeping time means this is a tea about which one ought be paranoid about over-steeping by even 15 seconds, let alone more. This stuff will get into kale and kombu territory quickly, I think.
I seem to have timed it right, because the cup is surprisingly soft, but not weak.
This is one of those teas that makes you want to act like you’re in a Japanese movie for the whole day. Something meta-physical with deep symbolism in the cinematography. Traditional tea ceremonies juxtaposed with neon loglo and racer motorcycles. Seedy night clubs and Shinto shrines. You do everything in swaggering slow motion in a slight drizzle, but are kept centered and focused on your task by the carefully wrapped flask of this tea you always have with you. Some things in the land of the rising sun will never change. A flock of birds startles across the sky.
Baby spinach in a lemon vinegar, fresh hay, and something almost like candied ginger without the bite.
