In the presence of such a venerable, old tea, time becomes a distant construct. It’s only after looking down at an empty cup do we feel the profound debt we owe to the tea that taught us so much. Such a rare tea warrants listening to the tea fully, with ears and eyes open. So after a full session of […]
A disclosure upon you, dear Reader, this is a love letter. I must confess I don’t believe in gallant, young half-truths of falling in love at first sight. So it is with heavy heart that I face my own self-confliction. I fell in love with a tea at first taste. I noted something peculiar in my last article, a tea with […]
When I first began making tea, I bought a travel gaiwan and practiced everyday. I would sit and exhaust the tea but I stood up unsatisfied every time. Eventually, my stock of vietnamese Dong Ding shrank to a quarter of what I started but I had grasped what I liked and disliked. It took over half a kilo to understand […]
Out of rock grows an ardent tree. Smooth stones are wet with dew. Rivers rush upwards inside me And my words become few.
A chill in the air deafened the heat in NY the last three days. Thank goodness. My room was getting pretty muggy at night. It’s the signaling of the changing seasons and is a wonderful opportunity to try new teas or rediscover old ones. So when Theresa Wong phoned me asking to join her for a tasting of an aged […]
Each day, my journal gives me a deep, blank stare. More and more, I find myself giving it an equally blank stare back before I close it shut. The most difficult part of anything is beginning. So in this new digital, open-book, bare-skinned version of my daily musings, I humbly offer tea advice to you, my Inquisitive Reader. This is […]