Blown away by an aged Tie Guan Yin
It’s a cloudy, rainy night. I am driving home from Zhao Zhou. We tasted teas as every second Tuesday. My mood doesn’t match the weather, what I feel is pure tranquility. I am on the old well-known way to Etyek, I should be in a hurry because it’s almost 8 o’clock when the curfew starts. But now I don’t feel the usual urge to speed up a bit to arrive home in time.