After a long string of aged oolongs (and having run out of a few bags of them) I find myself going back a little more to puerh. The past few days, aside from yesterday anyway, I have been drinking some loose stuff that I have gathered over time from various places. They are by no means great tea, merely ok, drinkable teas. But there’s a certain steadiness and reliability that one gets from such things, rather than, say, a prickly but potentially great tea. Sometimes, simple is good.
I have noticed that recently I have moved more and more away from the esoteric or rare teas, instead preferring things that are, by and large, very pedestrian. I have also lost most of my interest in finding out where a tea is from, or anything of that sort. Tea is tea, and my pleasure, for the most part, derives from the drinking of it. Whether or not it is from this mountain or processed that way — it is of no concern to me if it doesn’t translate into the cup. It does matter if I’m making a purchase decision, and if something marketed as one thing turns out to be something else (usually much cheaper). I obviously don’t want to be paying more than I need to for anything, but once that question is more or less settled, it does not matter at all.