A model of perfect repose, the infusion seems to rest poised on the tongue, tensionless but ready to spring into action. Piquant spice energizes the mind, and the distinct aromas of pungent sandalwood and dried rose suggests a place for meditation. Despite the richness of aroma, it manages to be very quaffable, aided by a syrupy mouthfeel and the prickling acidity of blackberry. After a couple years of resting, any direct trace of roasting has gone, but even those who prefer roastiness may not miss it with such an exquisite aroma. The leaves come from old tea bushes in the village of Wusandi, which by tradition are left to grow unpruned. Perhaps there is something in this to learn about following one's inclinations.