(Two addendum here I heartily desire to make. One is I find it presumptuous and against my Buddhist life-views to assume I will be around tomorrow, much less in the years to come to enjoy and learn about tea, or anything else. Call me a philosophical pessimist if you must but I live like today could be the last day, which is why I enjoy each sip of tea the way I do. Secondly, it may very well be that once I am a more seasoned tea connoisseur I will learn that knowing the harvest date means nothing at all, and that I was silly to think the information might somehow matter in the least, aside from knowing what season the leaves were picked.)
This tea comes out of the package like happy sprightly, little living balls, practically springing into my hands and the awaiting vessel to be weighed. They are adorable, I am sorry, but it is just so! They also show their liveliness by opening up so quickly after the first bath!
They are rolled, medium roasted, and I guess highly oxidized leaves that smell of toast and remind me, oddly enough of my favorite tea, Summer Oriental Beauty. I don't know why, don't care. I am not that kind of tea-drinker, I am just loving it and leaving questions for others to ponder should their experiences mirror my own at any point.
The color is a lovely orange, and then dark gold, and as I stated in the first paragraph of this note, steep three is where I get the real heady buzz and all over body sensation that let's me know I am, as my Buddhist nun friends laughingly call me out on, "Blissing Out! Come see! Hannah is 'blissing out' again!"
And that's cool, as the Lebowski-ist within me says. Nothing wrong with a little bliss. Before this Californian day gets too hot I am taking my sweet concubine outside to watch the bees buzz and the birds swoop and the flies fly.... See ya around.