Come on, Samarkand. We Americans suffer for an extraordinarily refined and subtle sense of humor, which far surpasses all others. It is not our fault that God blessed us with innate superiority. That's just something we need to learn to live with. Further, we do in fact have the entire gamut of the world's soy sauces available to us, so we can indeed speak authoritatively. We Americans can be likened to a 2004 uncooked Pu-erh found at your corner grocers. It doesn't get better, trust me.
Speaking of which...some excellent, if not so complex, and super-cheap Pu-erhs can be found in the corner grocers, but it takes some trial and error. On a related note, I've been drinking from what has got to be the crudest, roughest huge (3 kg) cake of uncooked Pu-erh I've ever encountered. It's full of twig and stem and super huge leaves. Very tastey in fact. YiWu (sp?) Mountain, Yunnan. it came in a bamboo and reed casing. I broke it up
-- sort of -- and found what I hope are tea flower buds nearly the size of hemlock cones, not to mention some other items buried within, which I'll refrain from describing lest I offend more.
Dialogue between two Chinese tea farmers in Yunnan:
Farmer One: "You are not gonna believe what I did." Farmer Two: "Pray tell, what did you do?" Farmer One: "I took my spade out to the woods, and dug up 3 kgs of muck." Farmer Two "And what did you do with said muck?" Farmer One: "I sold it to an American for $200. They'll buy anything." Farmer Two: "Let's dig more, and age it for 10 years. We'll make a fortune." [At this point I lost contact....]
And now back to Iris DeMent's Mom singing Higher Ground.
Michael
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