Stepped into a watery day at Phoenix Mountain, probably the oldest oolong culture in the world. The trees are the oldest anyway. Incessant rains after the snow is delaying the harvesting. Blinding fog makes the 70 degree slopes, on moss filled rocky soil, impossibly dangerous. Slippery slope, indeed.
The lot I chose today was a Pre-Ming harvest of the Honey Fragrance. Friends, fans, and tea kindreds: this is by far the best lot of Phoenix Honey I have ever selected. Last winter was harsh and the spring before that was charred slightly. This time, to make it up to all you dedicated Phoenix tea fans, this will be a year to remember. I will have a small amount with me first for us to taste at the Harvest Party.
Well, Mr. Wei is the best. He’s far too young for praise, but at least we’ll have great Phoenix teas for many years to come.