I’ve been drinking this one fairly steadily recently, so much so that my mini tin is almost gone. There’s something peculiarly wintry about cinnamon, at least in my book. It’s warming and festive, and it makes me feel happy. In the summer, by contrast, I barely go near it. It’s an added bonus that it doesn’t need milk, because my matcha lattes are taking up most of that right now.
I’m still not the biggest pu’erh fan, although it’s growing in my estimation. This one is a little fecal, at least in terms of scent, but the cinnamon masks its worst excesses. I think I might miss this one, when it’s gone.