The last of the dried flowers we found on our last visit to 周庄, a little village about 120 km or so southeast of Shanghai. What a beautiful place. The village's defining feature are the canals that the houses are built on. Shades of Venice, but much more beautiful. For poets and dreamers.
I stumbled across an old lady selling herbs for tea. And she showed me these flowers. I have no idea what they are, but they have the most exquisite aroma. Delicate and sweet, and brewed with a handful of 铁观音 leaves, a stunning example of how complex Chinese tea can be. A sip and somehow I'm back in 周庄, faintly hearing the rower's song echoing in the canals.