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From the apex of the Golden Triangle comes Tea unlike any other. The original, primal, progenitor of the Camelia Sinensis plant -- Pu-Erh Tea. The pulse of the jungle courses through each verdant leaf, delivering us to states of awareness unknown to common hours.

 

Entirely hand processed, it is one of the most bold, dynamic, yet refined drinks anywhere. Nothing is added, nothing is lost. 

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Words, in a way, are born out of sound, of feeling, of rhythm. At its most original, most classical, the language of tea is the language of music, poetry, and vibration. Tea is an elixir unlike any other, and the language used to describe it must be equally independent. Neither cobbled from wine tasting or shoehorned from coffee, Tea exists in a realm unto itself — as does the true knower of It.

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We speak of a Tea’s frequency, it’s cadence, it’s rhyme, to approximate its power. In the end — however — all words are but sketches — like memories of clouds.

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