Red sky at night, tea drinker’s delight…
It is early, and the street lights have just winked out, a polite cough of a reminder to the night that the day has up until now been waiting patiently, but has a lot to do today, so if you really don’t mind…
Gaiwan
In one of my favourite YouTube videos Prof. Yip Waiman, president of the Hong Kong Teaism Alliance, discusses the nature of the Teaism practised in Hong Kong.
Black rose tea
I was having a bit of a tidy-up yesterday afternoon and happened across a tea collection I’d forgotten I had.
Brita filter jug
I think it’s important to remember that, from a purely practical point of view, the end result of any tea ritual has to be as good a cup of tea as possible.
Let’s consider water. As tea-sage James Norwood Pratt says, the quality of the water one uses for tea making is “critical”.
White tea, majesty in a cup…
Samadoyo E-01
Last year for my birthday I was lucky enough to receive a Samadoyo E-01 teapot.
The idea behind this clever device is to give you a simplified version of “Asian” style infusion, i.e. more tea leaves per volume of water, in a smaller vessel, using shorter steeping times, and all at the press of a button.
Moorland motorbike
Sometimes, the serenity of your tea ritual can transport you from the here and now to the there and then.
Take this morning, for instance. I was sitting at the table, gazing out to sea, enjoying my habitual mid-morning break with a small pot of green gunpowder. Somewhere near the horizon, the dull tones of the water blurred and merged with the grey smudge of the sky and the mist. My mind emptied, and I fell into the place between things. Quite suddenly, I found myself thinking about another, quite different, tea event, one that took place almost 30 years earlier.
Pork & Pu-erh
Yesterday I had the final portion of a pork casserole sat in the fridge, screaming to be eaten, and lunchtime seemed as good a time as any.
My first gaiwan
It was everything a semi-secret Chinese supermarket should be.
It sat quite a way back from the roadside, down a side-street, with a non too obvious, small, advertisement encrusted door that you could quite easily miss if you didn’t already know it was there.
Ti Kuan Yin
Winter launched another sneak attack this morning under cover of darkness.
As I zombied into the kitchen this morning to feed the cat at you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me before 6, I glanced out of the window only to see a curtain of white, slushy looking particles zipping by from left to right, sideways on, and at great speed.
What in the name of Lu Yu…?
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