As I sip my fresh cup of Yunnan Pure Gold I am whisked away to an ancient Chinese temple, deep in a mountain gorge. My Sherpa guide is tending the fire and fragrances of burning pine bows and sandalwood lick my nostrils. The dimming mountain vistas around our camp lie silent. As dusk falls, and the Mongolian winter slides down from a northern mountain face, I sip my Yunnan Pure Gold, which is reminiscent of the earth, the woods, and mountain life.
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Did you mean “…our camp lay silent.”? You are so ignorant of English, Steve.