The last taste in my mouth before death was at the door. Whether it be food poisining, an axed to the back, a bear attack, or whatever. This tea is that taste; the sweat taste within the air whsiping to my taste buds. Moss. Wet wood. Metal scraps. Still water. Moist earth. Ungrounded soil.
This tea is me tasting my last moments on an autumn day as if my surrounding have providided time to notice the taste and sell... but it won't.
The roast in the back is like a distant fire of hope, rescue, or another day.
1990s oolong privately stored, bought, and now sold to you.
4-7 business days
Buyers are responsible for any customs and import taxes that may apply. I'm not responsible for delays due to customs.
But please contact me if you have any problems with your order.