Turning the bowl slowly in my cupped hands, I admired its elegance, its earth colors, its glazes, the likes of which Id never seen before. It was handcrafted, simple and beautiful. Raising the bowl to sip the somewhat murky liquid inside, I paused to sample the aroma. The last thing I expected to smell was beef.
It happened during a long-ago visit to a teahouse in Kyoto, Japans ancient cultural capital, where the tea ceremony and all its rigidly prescribed customs continue as a nearly sacred rite, just as they have for 5,000 years.
It was then that I realized how little I knew about tea, the most consumed beverage in the world. Ive learned more in the time since, including the fact that I now know less than I did then.
Didnt mean to get all Zen on you, but metaphysics is so entwined in the appreciation of tea over the millennia that its hard to avoid. The 15th century Japanese Zen master and poet Sen no Rikyu laid the base for the formal tea ceremony by saying this: Never forget/That the way of Tea/Is no more than/To pour out water/To make tea and drink. Having not reached anything resembling cosmically heightened consciousness, I have no idea what that means beyond what it says. Maybe there is no more.
What I smelled in that tea was, of course, not beef, and the mere suggestion appalled the hosts whom Id worked hard not to offend. Ah, well, the American nose. It was most likely a whiff of toasted rice, one aromatic element of matcha, a category of powdered green tea used in the ceremony. The tea itself was thick and blanketed with sturdy foam.
To explain this ceremony can takes pages, from the first ritual hand-rinsing in a serene garden devoid of flowers, through the careful measurement of the bright green cha, its blending with hot water by a single short piece of bamboo laboriously whittled into a blossom-shaped grouping of slivers and used as a whisk, and on until the end of the four-hour rite.
Its just one of the thousands of teas that are customary in cultures all over the world. A superlative way to spend time learning more is with The Time of Tea (Vilo, $37), a boxed two-volume set with photos by Bruno Suet and writing by Dominique T. Pasqualini.
My memories of the tea ceremony and this half-assed meditation were touched off by news that a couple of young guys, Frank Memcaj and Mario Gojcaj, have started an online retail and wholesale tea business based in one corner of a tile warehouse in Macomb.
Their spare Web site, grandteastand.com, concentrates on product, including fine and some relatively rare green teas, herbal teas and flavored black teas. Ive done some comparison shopping and found that their pricing is exceptional, as is their packaging and brewing advice.
And unless youre already well versed in the seemingly endless varieties of tea, youll probably find a lot to be curious about. Rooibos, for one.
Also known generically as red tea, it isnt technically a tea at all, but a plant thats grown wild only in one region of South Africa, where one among many of its uses is to soothe babies with colic. Much as coffee was cut with roasted chicory to stretch a buck and to deal with shortages during World War II, rooibos picked up a fan base in the same era when Asian tea sources curtailed supplies.
Besides anti-spasmodic effects on colic, its also reputed to help insomnia (no caffeine), tension, hypertension, headaches and general crankiness, and can be used as a poultice on wounds.
Its also delicious, with a crisp but gentle edge that lends itself to making great iced tea. And it shines among the many flavored teas offered by Grand Tea Stand.
Im no fan of flavored tea or coffee, finding even the smell of most to be thick and cloying, sometimes nauseatingly so. What struck me about the teas sold by the boys in Macomb Ive sampled many of them is how true the flavors are, and without overpowering the taste of the teas themselves. Theres no way in hell Id voluntarily pop open a tin of Chocolate Covered Strawberry Tea, but Memcaj and Gojcaj begged a chance. Amazing. Even this goopy-sounding selection was light, clearly but gently tasting of the confection in its name, and a promising Valentines gift that likely wont be secretly scrapped or jammed into the dark recesses of a mostly unexplored cupboard.
Its the same with their peach-flavored Chinese black tea, blueberry-flavored Sri Lankan black (Im hooked), Rooibos Orange and Rooibos Cinnamon Apple (with warm charms to sooth the savage breast).
There are full complements of oolong, the style of tea most likely served in your neighborhood Chinese restaurant, but of higher quality; green, including Dragon Well, from the Chinese village of the same name, and Japanese Kukicha, whose combined leaves and white twigs produce a nutty taste unlike others Ive tasted; and white teas, only recently making a dent on the American market, in part because of their ultra-light body. These are to be enjoyed when tea, and only tea, is the thing.
All the teas are sold in 4-ounce tins with tight seals, and brewing times and temps are right out front on the label some are best made with water at a full, 212-degree boil, others at 180, and for times varying, by style, from 3 to 7 minutes.
Im pointing out these guys and their Grand Tea Stand because theyre local, they work hard, and they deliver on their promises. You may discover a brave old world, and you wont be disappointed.Ric Bohy is editor of Metro Times. Send comments to email@example.com
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