I rarely drink a flavored or scented tea, but I have a real soft spot in my heart for Nuo Mi Xiang. The last time I drank Nuo Mi Xiang must have been on a beautiful, unseasonably warm spring day, too, because as soon as I lifted the lid on my gaiwan, the loveliness streaming in at me through the open back door seemed magically intensified. I'm very happy to have now doubled the strength of that association. Now maybe
if when the weather gets intolerable again on its Portlandy way towards spring, I can use one or two of these as my secret weapon...