Yesterday, I shared a nice pot of tea at Tea Spot. It was my first time trying lapsang souchon. And I can see how one might think it's totally gross. But, boy do I like it. It smells like wood smoke, the kind emanating from a working historic house. I once received a letter from a man who thrived on fires in his 18th-century fireplace, and the paper smelled of that wood smoke. It was hands down the best thing I've ever received in the mail. And now I can drink that. Don't worry: the taste isn't as strong as the smell.
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