I’ve been forcing myself to hold off on this tea. Two months is all I can take, I need another cup. I’ve had a lingering head cold for almost two weeks now and I need it gone.

This is the kind of tea that makes you sad to be American; sad that access to something like this is so indirect, so uncertain, that you may never have anything like it again. I have the means to drink tea of this quality every day, and the gluttonous part of me wants that to become the truth.

But no, I’ll savor, and sip, and stare longingly at the canister for months at a time. Because that’s what this tea deserves.

205 °F / 96 °C 0 min, 15 sec 10 g 10 OZ / 300 ML

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