SPRING DELUGE – 50 Gms

“When love floods a person, it cuts a canyon that deepens year after year, carrying silt away, leaving the essential person revealed, letting everyone see the layers of yellow sandstone, red basalt, grey granite. When love washes over a person it washes the person away” – Alicia Suskin Ostriker

There is the romantic, drizzling ideal of monsoon – one that weaves its spell, invokes the colors, the moods, the petrichor and heightened expectations that makes everything sharply visible and weightless at the same time. Then there’s the Deluge – monsoon’s truest expression of its wild glory – one that Tony Morrison called “a ‘remembering’  – fueled by the season, a river remembering where it used to be”. It wouldn’t be advised to expect the picturesque drizzle of the Dusty Spring Petrichor, even if it’s distinctly present in the mixed leaves, mostly of the P312 – the deluge washes over the earthy petrichor, adding, intensifying its own expressions of Dusty, Green Mango leaves and Sweet Fruit preserve. The Deluge – ‘the nonchalant flooding’ – makes more sense when the taste of Mangoes and Berries reminding more of a Fruity jam, mingles with something earthy and turns Spicy, with Ginger and Cilantro in Clarified Butter charting a new course. The floral – more perfumy, more bouquet like – intimates its remembrance of Spring, when the tea sufficiently cools down – but it’s too late by then – the deluge washes away everything it washes over.