Drinking Aged Tea in the Great Cold, The Warmth of Time
Da Han, the Great Cold, is the last of the twenty-four solar terms. The weather is so cold your fingers go numb, and you need several layers of clothing just to go outside.
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Da Han, the Great Cold, is the last of the twenty-four solar terms. The weather is so cold your fingers go numb, and you need several layers of clothing just to go outside.
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On a winter morning when I wake up with a throat so dry I cannot speak, I do not reach for water. Instead, I make a pot of white tea and pear soup.
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The night of the Winter Solstice is the longest night of the year. The ancients said, "The Winter Solstice is greater than the New Year"—not only because it is important, but because this night is so long.
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"The Winter Solstice is greater than the New Year"—this saying is taken very seriously in Cantonese culture. On Winter Solstice, no matter how busy they are, family members gather for a meal together.
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Winter Solstice night, the longest night of the year. Cold wind howls outside, but the house is warm.
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From the very first sip of Ban Zhang tea, you know its weight. The bitterness is not ordinary—it is bitterness with power.
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Today I pulled out a 2005 Yiwu Zheng Shan cake. The moment I opened the cotton wrapper, time seemed to flow backward twenty years.
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If raw tea is the spirit of youth, then ripe tea is the gentleness of an elder. The first thing I do every morning is not drink coffee—it is brew a pot of ripe tea.
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In late autumn, the chill deepens. You need a jacket just to step outside.
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Many tea friends ask me, "Lin Shen, why does your tea taste so mellow?" I reply, "It is the tea heart." What is a tea heart?
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The Chongyang Festival, also known as the "Seniors' Day," is a Chinese tradition honoring the elderly. The ancients spoke of "Double Ninth"—the number nine echoes the word for "longevity," symbolizing long life.
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The Chongyang Festival is the day for climbing heights. The ancients wrote, "On the ninth day of the ninth month, I think of my brothers in the east"—climbing high, gazing into the distance, drinking chrysanthemum wine, wearing dogwood sprigs.
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