Category: Sommar-teer
The buds are so fine and downy they look almost silver in the cup, and the liquor stays pale and clean even after a long steep. Sweetness is gentle, like fresh hay and a hint of melon, never sharp or cloying. I keep going back for another pot.
I brewed a cup this afternoon and the liquor came out so pale and clear, almost like faint spring water, but the sweetness crept up on me with every sip. Those early-spring buds really do carry that elegant, noble character you hear about.
The buds are so fine and uniform, like little silver spears—they look almost too pretty to brew. But once steeped, that delicate sweetness comes through clean and elegant, exactly the noble character I was hoping for. It's become my quiet afternoon ritual.
