A cup of tea for me is never quite just a cup of tea.
There is the leaf, of course — its origin, its character, the way it opens in hot water. But there is also the vessel held in our hands, the mood that I brew it, the texture beneath it, the light falling across the table, and the small gestures that bring everything together.
That is why for me drinking tea is way to find yourself, find how to be yourself. it is very personal.
Before brewing tea, I prefer spending some time preparing my tea corner. For me it is a ritual. During the preparation, I somehow slow down and prepare myself better to enjoy my talk with tea. Which tea vessels, which plants and flower, which color tones suitable for today’s brew, etc. For me, that is very interesting and it is a practice of raising your taste for art and aesthetics.
When warm sunshine shines down, I drink teas which remind me of drinking a spring water. When it is cold and grey, I brew Rock Oolong to give me warm energy. I drink old white tea especially when the season changes. Sometimes, we invite friends to share tea, drink tea and have talks. Sometimes, it is the pleasure of discovering how a different vessel changes the way we experience a familiar tea. And sometimes, it is simply the moment we take to pause, pour, and pay attention.
Tea invites us to look beyond what is in the cup, and to discover the many details that make the experience our own.