"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Pu-erh & Persimmon
I had my first persimmon of the season today; another sign of autumn's presence. Its sweet, bitter taste demanded a tea worth its depth. So I made a pot of Pu-erh and gazed at its dark liquor. Its drifting fragrance like a longing for a lover walking beyond one's vision.