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Cultivar: Long Jing 43

Altitude: 1000m

Harvest: Spring 2022

Grade: Superior, Exceptional, Rare, Pre-Rain

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  • China, Zhejiang province, Lishui prefecture

    Lishui means "Beautiful Waters".
    Lishui was called Chuzhou in ancient times, first named in the 9th year of Emperor Suikai (589 AD). It has a history of more than 1,400 years and is the political, economic and cultural center of Southwestern Zhejiang. Famous for its landscapes and gorgeous scenery, Lishui has a reputation as “Zhejiang’s Green Valley” and “Zhejiang’s Sea of Trees”. There are 3,573 mountain peaks with an altitude of over 1,000 meters.

Brewing Method:

  • 4g.

  • 250 ml

  • 80 C

  • 2 min.

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  • Ambience

    DRY LEAF: The tender juniper-like green leaves are tightly rolled into curls, resembling a serpent in the sea. The fragrance is delightfully floral and vegetal with a strong creamy & wheatgrass notes.
    INFUSED LEAF: The leaves are very soft and young. Aroma is softly sweet and vegetal. Sweet peas, courgettes & wheatgrass notes are persisting.
    LIQUOR: Soft, bright jade-yellow-green liquor releasing an aroma of fennel flowers, wheatgrass & steamed courgettes. The mouthfeel is extremely well balanced. Creamy cup with notes of sweet peas, wheatgrass and gentle notes of buttery pine nuts are presented in the cup. Aftertaste is long lasting, very refreshing vegetal notes with creamy & mineral finish which leaves only a scent of an ocean air in the mouth. There is a pleasant sweet & sour sensation on the palate. This tea has strong astringency & little acidity.

Suitable Teapot:

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"Litlle Poetry" by JD

"It's early spring and you look down from your Lion's Peak, to see all the hues of neon green and golden shades. Some are reflecting the morning sun like brutal spears. It reminds you of the old times.
Your body is intense, powerful and brisk, yet mellow in its movement. You are mighty and you know it.
You open your wings to absorb the sun; your scales are bright and green. Your heart beats vividly, as always before you fly. Your tail gives a swing, and your roar is inevitable. Then you let go…once around your peak, then down with unmerciful speed, over the steep slopes of tea bushes, forests and meadows, you inhale it all; The mellow aroma of dandelions, magnolias, garden peas, and the persistent after-smell of roasted hazelnuts lingering from the closest village.
Under the hills, on the lowest spot stands an ancient, mystical well the water looks so pristine and divine, you wish to submerge. You plunge into it, breaking the small stoned wall around it. In it your heart becomes more powerful than ever and your body cools down to minimal temperature, just perfect for you to sleep...forever...Immortal."

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