I am not terribly faithful when it comes to drinking tea. You, the observers, can probably tell that I drink a different thing every day. For me, that’s part of the fun — to try new things, to experiment with something different every day. I know some people do it with food, others with movies, etc. Tea, however, has that added advantage that no two sessions are ever exactly the same, at least for me.
I went back to the aged shuixian I have today, and it tasted quite different than last time. It’s less heavy — more airy and aromatic. It opened with an incredible sweetness, but then faded a bit to a dull, slightly boring tea. When I overbrewed it near the end though, the sweetness came back (which means I probably brewing a touch too fast in the middle). There was also something creamy about it at the end. I don’t know what that is.
It’s not a terribly exciting tea, but there’s always a sense of something new… some sort of discovery when one makes a cup. Maybe this is why I don’t use a timer (I tried putting those times down in my blog a few times…. and realized it’s really not for me to do it). It’s more fun that way. I can probably make more consistent cups if I always use a scale (which is mostly used these days to make sure I don’t overstuff my pots with young puerh). I think when one worries too much about the details… how hot exactly the water is, how long exactly the water’s been in the cup… one loses focus on the more important things, which is to relax and enjoy a cup of tea, preferably with friends, but even when alone, there’s much joy to be had.