Wow, Eva, if that Gingko tea tastes anything like the berries smell, it will either kill you or cure you.
Either way, one sip and you'd never be the same!
When I worked downtown, I'd drive home on 22nd Street NW up to Q Street, and there would be Asian women at certain times of the year picking something or other off those stinking Ginkgo trees. I couldn't imagine what the heck they were doing with whatever they picked, but they seemed to enjoy doing it and it was certainly an upscale place to do your picking.