Sometimes I wonder if all the obsession about different teas is a waste of time. Tea is tea, right? I think that maybe my penchant for finding 'the best' gets in the way of my simply enjoying a simple tea.
Then I drink something like I did today, and I'm sure that being picky is necessary. Had the end of a bag of a Sencha simply called Fancy Sencha. I don't know how I got through the majority of this bag, but I will not be running out and replacing this one. Fancy? Indeed.
It had all the characteristics of a bitter, grassy green tea without any of the charm. My only hope is that another infusion or two might save it. Might be, but isn't likely. Someone said here recently that we drink the mediocre tea to make the good tea all the better. All this fanciness is going to make my next pot of anything else all the tastier.