The path zigzagged along the ocean’s edge, crossing slippery limestone shelves, and skirting around the deep chasms carved out by the relentless waves over the years. From time to time, the path led inland through close, dripping underbrush, the massive cedar trees providing momentary shelter from the lashing wind, the angry roar of the ocean always just at our heels. 

After hours of slipping and sliding, hunkered inwards against the wind and the rain, we arrived at a small wooden cabin, barely discernable in the dusk. A small fire burning in the hearth gave off a pungent, sweet smoke. As hot cups of tea were passed around, a feeling of absolute contentedness displaced the growl of the storm.

This connoisseur's tea born of an appreciation for a smoky palate is prized by leading chefs of the world for infusing creams and sauces with full, smooth, peat-smoke, and earthy character.