Today I brewed the best cup of tea of my life. By accident. While shooting some photos for a piece I was working on, I quickly and with almost no thought, brewed a cup of sencha. My instinct was that there was too little leaf and perhaps the water was too hot. But I was just concerned about a nice color. After quickly photographing the tea, I took a sip. I felt like I was at the farm in Japan. The taste was the clearest, softest and most focused I’ve tasted in the states. It was shocking.
Was I rewarded for my hasty preparation? Or perhaps I just got out of my head and out of my way, and was able to nail it. I may never know. But this is precisely what I love so much about tea. You think you know it. Same tea. same water. same cups. completely different every time.
New York + Japan's Finest Sencha, Matcha, and Gyokuro