I remember the first time I heard the word “yancha”. In an unlikely move, I was attending a local gathering of fellow tea folks. I was nowhere near as knowledgeable as I am now (which – admittedly – still isn’t much). In order to be social, I approached one random guy who was standing by himself, surveying the crowd, teacup hand.
“So,” I started. “What do you usually drink?” Typical tea-ish ice-breaker.
“Mostly yancha,” he said curtly.
My mind instantly went, Isn’t that a Dragon Ball Z character?
Nah . . .
“What’s that?” I asked, trying hard not to sound ig’nant.
He rolled his eyes, and let out a sigh. “It’s Wuyi. Rock. Oolong.”
“Ah,” I simply said. Why didn’t you just say THAT?!