Way back in ancient times (the mid 1970’s) I found a box of loose tea in the kitchen junk drawer. My mom had received it as a gift and never opened it. It had a beautiful oriental design, all the labeling was in Chinese and was full of loose twisted leaves.

This was my first experience with loose tea and I loved it. I now know it was an oolong. Whether or not the memory of it deliciousness has been enhanced over time, I still long for it.