"The first sun rays are cutting deeply through the morning mist
Dark, green frost covering the whole land of tea bushes
The quietness is immense, almost audible, but then one drop falls from the sky, followed by another and another
In a second there is thousands of them, sliding down from the bushes
Storms roll in and out, the sun and rain at war.
The tea bushes breathe out, and create a dense mist. In it they start to grow, slowly but persistently
They cook their aromas mixing sweetness, peaches, lychees, and mangoes of nearby trees. They also add a bit of a truffle, just to be known as a special.
They are straight, silvery and perfect hairy buds by now
But with the next sun rays they are curled up and golden, ready for your first spring and delicious cup of tea"