It was, hands-down, a Japanese green-- some matcha that my mom got me for Christmas (she got me a bunch of really awesome tea, she's great, I love her
). I'd had matcha once before, thirteen years ago when I was in third grade, and it is every bit as wonderful as I'd remembered.
Rose congou during the morning-into-afternoon (I woke up very late
); plenty of iced green tea during the day because I was playing with another gift, a video game that requires dancing, on hard mode, for over three hours; waiting for a chrysnathemum tisane to cool down at the moment.