While my sister is enjoying global warming with 60 degree weather in Virginia, the Berkeley chill has put a serious dent in my sheng pu-erh drinking. I had planned many times in my mind to brew up some of the mystery beengs Caroline brought, but I just wimped out with a cup of toasty feel good dian hong just like I did yesterday, and the day before that.
It's true. If there had to be only one tea in the world, there's only Yunnan gold for me. The more hardships I eat, the more I value comfort over complexity. I am always a sucker for dian hong's malty maple roundedness which makes me feel all is right with the world even if it's only a cupful so.