I return to my favorite sencha today, after a hiatus of months -hardly slumming during the interim, as I had been drinking gyokuro with regularity.
The reunion was a revelation. This sencha, an asamushi, is one that I have always liked for its chameleon nature: freshly-cut grass in one sip, only to segue into a pool of brininess with the next sip.
I saw again with pleasure the pale green liquor, the sediments of varied greens against white porcelain, tasted the familiar notes now more accentuated after an absence.
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Beautiful reflections! Both in word and in the jade liquid.
In your world, the awaiting of the tea to brew takes on the import of those moments before a sunrise, a symphony, a birth.
I look forward to more of your serene, graceful musings on tea and life.
rachel
In the fall and winter I crave gen-mai cha. Someday I hope to return to Japanese tea.
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