Today, in his own inimitable way, Johnny Teacup wrestles with the conventional “wisdom” of sheng pu’er goodness. He lays a copy of a local free paper on the floor, improvises a gongfu set with a couple of swag teacups, and makes the tea sing like Mohammed Ali and Maria Callas rolled into one.
Read this post and behold a work of genius. You owe it to yourself.
March 23, 2014 at 11:30 pm
Ha, I’ve never been a pu’er fan myself, mostly because I can’t shake that feeling I’m sipping old dirty tea with a funky smell.
March 24, 2014 at 5:53 am
My scorn is entirely reserved for sheng pu’er. Occasionally, admittedly, I’ve enjoyed a nice, old sheng pu’er made by someone else–but when given the same tea to brew myself, it always turned out as gross as any other. This might reflect on my tea-brewing abilities, but I’m too proud to admit my technique has any room for improvement.
On the other hand, I adore the graveyard aroma and rich, hardware-store taste and mouthfeel of shou pu’er–even the cheapest, bagged version gives me delight.
March 24, 2014 at 4:11 am
Isn’t this a bit too extrem?
March 24, 2014 at 5:54 am
I actually think that, perhaps, I haven’t gone far enough.