• SheFangTea Keemun Hao Ya - Palace grade tea leaf
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Cultivar: Zhu-ye-zhong

Altitude: 1500m

Harvest: Spring

Grade: Exceptional, marvellous

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  • China, Anhui province, Huangshan district

    Keemun was first made in year 1875 at Keemun County (Qimen), Anhui Province. Keemun is a historical multiple winner black tea. It was the most expensive tea around 1940 but for it's record price it was enjoyed only by a royalty. The manufacture of Keemun took the inspiration and production skills of Fujian province. Keemun county lies between majestic Yellow Mountains on the south and Yangzi River on the north. This area has some of China's most amazing scenery from which poets and painters drew inspirations.
    Keemun Black Tea has been awarded multiple times at international and domestic tea contest. The main awards are:
    1913: Keemun Black Tea was awarded the Gold Prize at the Expo held at Italy
    1915: It won the Gold Prize during the Expo held at Panama
    1987: During the 26th World Premium Food Product Contest held at Belgium, Keemun has won the gold prize.
    1988: Keemun was awarded the gold prize during the 1st Food Expo in China.

Brewing Method:

  • 3 g.

  • 250 ml

  • 96 C

  • 3 min.

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  • Ambience

    DRY LEAF: Curly little leaves of aubergine colour with sharp pointy edges and plentiful golden buds, releasing divine aroma of roses a hints of fruitiness and a little spice.
    INFUSED LEAF: Small & sleek, twisted leather brown leaves pushing the scent of wet wood, chocolate & cinnamon up to the sky.
    LIQUOR: The cup is bright & crystal clear with colours of fire. The aroma of roses mingles with warm blueberries and milk chocolate. Cup is rich, sweet, smooth and full. Strong cinnamon after-taste with absolutely no acidity and a little "pick me up" astringency.

Suitable Teapot:

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"Litlle Poetry" by JD

"You struggle, trying to get through all the spiky raspberry bushes
They are ripping your skin and clothes
You know why are you doing this; there is only one; only one like that.
But these small, brown twisted spikes of dark brown bushes are everywhere you look...
Where is the end?
You doubt, thinking you lost your way, but your nose takes over and guides you
Through more and more, like a hound, sticky and sweet blood leaking from your wounds
Finally, you see the light, the smell is irresistible and the meadow opens up
You fall on your knees, then on your back and inhale deeply
Lying between honeysuckle, orchids, and various herbs you look at the one single red rose in full blossom. You smell her, she is sensual
You found it, you have found your magical meadow again"

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