Tea is life — in every steep, a lesson; in every cup, a practice.
In my tea cellar there are a few cakes of Yunnan raw tea that have followed me for more than ten years. Every spring I pick one out and brew it side by side with my notes — the same cake, yet last year and this year it has two different characters. I have kept this habit for many years; friends tease that it is like measuring a child’s height. And indeed, cellaring tea is like raising a child: give it time, and it gives you surprises. The green, brash new cake of ten years ago today pours a deep amber, its rawness fully receded, aged aroma rising slowly, the throat resonance long and fine. That mellow depth cannot be rushed by any craft — the only recipe is the word time.
Yunnan tea circles have an old saying: at three years it is tea, at seven it becomes a treasure, at ten it enters medicine. I have watched countless cakes walk this road over the decades. The first three years: bright and sharp, the tea’s true face. From three to seven years: bitterness gradually dissolves, the aroma draws inward, and the pleasure of collecting begins. Past ten years, if the storage has been clean, the tea turns warm and gentle, the liquor smooth as silk, kind enough to drink at night without losing sleep, and gentle enough for elders. “Enters medicine” does not mean it is literally medicine — only that it nurtures so mildly that the whole body feels at ease. It is worth adding that soft-profile mountains like Yiwu have long been regarded by tea friends as regions with outstanding aging potential; my own ten-year record stands as evidence: the gentle ones endure the years most gracefully.
Tea has grades, but no one is barred from the table.
On the practice itself: ten good years are built on daily fundamentals, which for me come down to four words — dry, clean, steady, quiet. Dry: the space well-ventilated, the cakes kept far from kitchen and bathroom steam. Clean: no strange smells anywhere — a single mothball, a drop of cooking smoke, can ruin a whole cake, for tea breathes deeply and absorbs whatever surrounds it. Steady: temperature and humidity should be even, not exotic; no direct sun, no trapped heat — let it transform slowly. Quiet: do not open the box and move things daily; cellared tea resents disturbance — time is the true protagonist. Do these four words well, and even the top of an ordinary wardrobe at home can raise a fine tea.
I keep one habit that has lasted many years: a tea journal. The day each cake enters the cellar I note the purchase year, the mountain, and its aroma and taste at the time — three or five lines, clear at a glance. Each spring thereafter I brew it against the notes and add an entry: when the rawness faded, when the honey note emerged, in which year the liquor deepened. In black and white, that is a cake’s growth record. Sometimes late at night I open an old journal and find the day I tasted with such-and-such a tea friend. Between the lines there is not only tea, but friendship and the years. The cellar holds the tea; the journal holds a person’s decade.
Inspecting the cellar is a yearly discipline too. After each rainy season I pick a morning, open the cellar, and check the cakes layer by layer: any white bloom or odd spots on the surface, any dampness in the wrappers, whether the scent is clean — and which layers are transforming faster, which slower, rotating positions as I go so the whole cellar ages evenly. Half an hour of work buys a year of peace of mind. It is not a chore; it is more like calling on old friends once a year — remember them, and they will not let you down.
Someone once asked me: if a good tea takes ten years of waiting and I cannot bear the wait, what then? My answer: you need not start from zero. Enter today: take a few cakes of this spring’s harvest; buy one five-year mid-age tea someone else has cellared; and split a ten-year aged cake with a tea friend. Set the three vintages side by side and brew them for comparison each year — in three years you will have tasted ten years of other people’s time. The joy of cellaring tea is making friends with time: it never hurries you, and it never betrays you. Tonight, open an infusion from last year’s cake and write down the taste, to open again next year. The ten-year appointment begins with this moment’s note.
Friends through tea — please, join the cup.
Author: LamSam (老茶頭·林燊)
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