Gong Fu Tea Shop

Portal of Miracles ᛉ 2003 Sheng Puerh

$29.00

Gong Fu Tea Shop

Portal of Miracles ᛉ 2003 Sheng Puerh

$29.00

A sojourn in the jungles of Thailand where there’s a crispness in the air that cuts through the wild heat.

Through the thick glades of prehistoric ferns therein lies a magical structure that is beyond the confines of time’s grip. Equal parts sacred hut and spaceship seemingly etched in the landscape—wedged in just at the base of a mountain covered in neon green plant life. 

Curious guardians in the form of spry monkeys seem to suss you out as they prance and dance playfully around your auric field. You feel an inner sense that you are in the clear and walk in quietly and carefully into this temple hut and are surprised to find that it is quite clear and spacious on the inside as if it has been maintained consistently throughout its existence. But by who? Or what…

Suddenly, you smell this amazing fragrance. What is that? Incense? It smells like warm rose, ancient books impeccably preserved, and evaporating tree sap. There’s a cooling sweetness that is difficult to describe. You’ve never smelled it before.

You travel deeper into the layers of the temple, passing through a hallway with walls lined with old books on magic, alchemy, and ancient yogic practices. The kind of books that you wouldn’t find in any library or book store. Once through the hallway, you enter a room and find a beautiful tea set up. You haven’t seen anything quite like it before. 

There’s a presence—as if someone is in the room. You look around and there’s no one to be found. You see an ornate and elemental set up—a small pot, two cups, and a whispering kettle. One cup looks recently emptied, with steam coming off of it. The other, full of a dark liquid, piping hot. You then realize that this is the source of what you are smelling. You realize that this cup is for you, and even though you are slightly concerned, you just can’t help yourself. 

You cautiously take your first sip. Wow! Suddenly everything makes sense! It’s like you are drinking the ultimate coherence of the entire landscape you’ve been experiencing—the jungle, the temple hut, the smells you’ve been smelling—all in this ancient? plant juice? Is this tea? It’s too good to just be tea? Have I ever had tea before if this is what tea is? It’s as I’m drinking the wisdom of all of the sacred texts in the hallway. Did some wizard pulverize them and somehow turn some old books into a hot tea elixir? Whatever this is, I want to make this into my new life somehow. 

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A sojourn in the jungles of Thailand where there’s a crispness in the air that cuts through the wild heat.

Through the thick glades of prehistoric ferns therein lies a magical structure that is beyond the confines of time’s grip. Equal parts sacred hut and spaceship seemingly etched in the landscape—wedged in just at the base of a mountain covered in neon green plant life. 

Curious guardians in the form of spry monkeys seem to suss you out as they prance and dance playfully around your auric field. You feel an inner sense that you are in the clear and walk in quietly and carefully into this temple hut and are surprised to find that it is quite clear and spacious on the inside as if it has been maintained consistently throughout its existence. But by who? Or what…

Suddenly, you smell this amazing fragrance. What is that? Incense? It smells like warm rose, ancient books impeccably preserved, and evaporating tree sap. There’s a cooling sweetness that is difficult to describe. You’ve never smelled it before.

You travel deeper into the layers of the temple, passing through a hallway with walls lined with old books on magic, alchemy, and ancient yogic practices. The kind of books that you wouldn’t find in any library or book store. Once through the hallway, you enter a room and find a beautiful tea set up. You haven’t seen anything quite like it before. 

There’s a presence—as if someone is in the room. You look around and there’s no one to be found. You see an ornate and elemental set up—a small pot, two cups, and a whispering kettle. One cup looks recently emptied, with steam coming off of it. The other, full of a dark liquid, piping hot. You then realize that this is the source of what you are smelling. You realize that this cup is for you, and even though you are slightly concerned, you just can’t help yourself. 

You cautiously take your first sip. Wow! Suddenly everything makes sense! It’s like you are drinking the ultimate coherence of the entire landscape you’ve been experiencing—the jungle, the temple hut, the smells you’ve been smelling—all in this ancient? plant juice? Is this tea? It’s too good to just be tea? Have I ever had tea before if this is what tea is? It’s as I’m drinking the wisdom of all of the sacred texts in the hallway. Did some wizard pulverize them and somehow turn some old books into a hot tea elixir? Whatever this is, I want to make this into my new life somehow.