At the Portland Tea Festival in July (of this year, the time of this writing), Oolong Owl dragged me to a Japanese tea vendor booth. This was markedly weird for two reasons: one, the Owl rarely dragged—more like, prodded. Two: it was a Japanese tea vendor. I always assumed she was just a puerh stan. She never fails to surprise.
The man she introduced me to was Kei Nishida, purveyor of the Japanese Green Tea Company.
The outfit was exemplary for two reasons: they only sold tea from one garden. The second? Their western presence was right in my backyard.