This got me through both sides of the pandemic.

Those two months of watching the world start to fall apart was seen placidly over the lip of hojicha lattes in the arts district, pulled through a mokopot & had with frothed milk before heading to my research desk over at the architecture school to redline for hours on end. Good times lol.

No, really. It was great!

& then when I’d hopscotched from Pasadena, back to the bird streets back to Bunker Hill in July of 2020 I was marching my you know what to Marukai to grab packs of it again each week.

But this is an age-old waltz. 2016, up in Hollywood, & 2018 in Venice… this pouch was always worth the trek.

There’s other kinds/ brands, of course. I used to grab it from Chado down in Little Tokyo(I always cross it in my mind with SF’s Japantown) or up at Hollywood & Highland running in and out of town before Sausalito introduced me to WAO tea, which is just a whole nother level of tea across the board.

…To this day when it’s ritualistic I reach out to the doyenne helming WAO tea for this .

... but that cooky? That’s 21st century omgisms. It’s Korean. Had first the 1st tiiiime in February . Called a chapssal yakgwa. _ Dear GOD, it’s good.

My one time fussing “Okay! That’s Enough, Erewhon!” was in 2018, when I was seduced into trying a whitewashed packet of hojicha, prepared matcha style. Erewhon usually can never go wrong with a silly foods person (thaaat IS a thing) like me but the seeming asiatic gentrification was real . …But I couldn’t resist. I was face to face with the quasi- possibly gonna be an abomination of it because I’d trekked to dtla & they were out of my baseline at multiple spots.

It wasn’t bad – the erewhon sourced roasted matcha…but it hurt my heart lol.

Even starting the year down here for a good six weeks this brand eluded me.

But TODAY it was at multiple locations.

I may just have to start treating it like Dallmayr Prodomo coffee and start stockpiling it when I come across it.

But yeah, this is the one God put me on in January/ February 2020, when he got me back on daily qigong & had me plying myself (very happily) with mushroom congee like daily. Took me off most all else too.

& I mean… I’d gotten sick with what I now know was IT out in Venice. I sat in a jacuzzi three days redlining Exist, soldiering through whatever the fuck it was. I think I even went full blown Northeasterner & had tracked down Buckley’s. #sommayallknow.

But talk about being glad I listened.

Now, I know the immunity benefits of it. On top of the L-theanine. & maybe I woke up craving it today not just because my body knew it was nearby, but also because I started sneezing big time yesterday due to some honeysuckle chocolate. The desire was for it.

Heck, I may be being nudged gently again. That this election is gonna be a veritable boots on the ground shitshow & to start gearing up now.