As long as it is good
I often hear or read that tea people are a bit snobbish, asking for loose leaf teas, for specific blends, for specific water quality or temperature. But what do people mean by that? And is it true? According to the dictionary, snob is : 1. …
Where am I heading?
Looking at the map A leave keeps falling It all ends with tea.
Let’s throw the dice
I spoke a few posts ago about a game based on tea trade, Yunnan (https://teaconomics.teatra.de/2014/01/21/we-grow-old-because-we-stop-playing/). Wait, hold on for a second! This post is so old? Well, it happens. After going through its rules once more and looking all over the Internet (perhaps not …
Lean back and just enjoy the cup of tea!
The things you have to do for tea… Here I was in an unknown mountain, climbing on a rattan ladder, which with every step I took was turning back into a forest. “Why did I get myself into this strange dream?” was the first thought …
A short month
Why is it such a short month? Only a couple of tea cups, And March we must confront. Let’s turn this into ups.
Winter is coming, More tea will be brought. A ship is docking.
Still something to say
No rainy writing A month with sad news I’ll just pour a cup
They were looking for unicorns
This title comes from an essay by Umberto Eco, the famous Italian writer (among many, many, many other things). In it, he argued that when two different cultures meet, there are 5 solutions: conquest (either to make them like us or to destroy them), cultural …
Do Stormtroopers dream of good tea?
No I didn’t fell for Star Wars, since that title came to my mind before finding this picture on the Internet. Snowtrooper drinking tea, photoshoot by Mike Stimpson (http://www.flickr.com/photos/balakov/) But who could blame a Snowtrooper from drinking something warm between patrols on cold worlds? Certainly …
To my friend in tea
I hope you will forgive me for this little piece I wrote dedicated to my Thermos Bottle during which I might have been overcome by a poetic enthusiasm and slightly I have exaggerated a little. But let’s get back to the poem. O you my …