Two of a kind, two names, two stories. Plant the same seeds onto two peaks; Let it grow in parallel, and see the fate split.
1841 Himalayans. Mountain to mountain, East to farther east. Harsh heights it traveled in secret hands, in new soil it settled on the spiced land. The water flows in fruity carmine, Assam replacing the other gemini. Silhouetting a far sight, Darjeeling becomes a new-named sibling.
1646 Wuyi mountains. Valleys so deep and hills so cold, pots whistle yet barely make an echo. Tang of earth imbibed by buried roots. Strange mountains on which it grew. Withered green on cremated pinewood, smoked and brewed in a less-known title. Lapsang Souchong fore the relocated seed; Or otherwise another name, on another peak, in another life, like the other twin.
What We Think
Smoked leaves brewed into an airy black tea, its roots anchored on smokiness of baked pine; a honeyed fruitiness of oriental tea. Earthy, fruity, provocative, gorgeous.
