Okay. Confession time. I’m a bit of a tea addict. And it’s long past the point where I will carefully pick choose the high grade stuff. When I need tea, I really need it. And more often than not, it’s the dirty, adulterated, “dust” you find in those little porous baggies. I don’t care. I need my hit.
At other times, when the raging need is quiescent, I happily rifle through my modest collection of ten or so teas picking and choosing to suit my mood. Feeling low? A cup of nutty Genmaicha to sooth and lift my mood. If I’m in a pondering mood, then silver tip white tea, so delicate and purifying, is the way to go. Continue reading
