Storage Is Like Nurturing Health: Environment Determines Quality
Many tea drinkers do not pay attention to storage. They think once you buy tea, you just put it aside and forget about it.
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Tea notes, mountain context, brewing records, and manor updates.
Many tea drinkers do not pay attention to storage. They think once you buy tea, you just put it aside and forget about it.
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Many tea drinkers pursue "pure material," believing blended tea is inferior. But after decades in the tea trade, I can say with certainty: a good blend is harder to achieve than pure material.
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At the Water-Splashing Festival in Xishuangbanna, besides splashing water and drinking raw pu-erh, there is something else I love — bamboo tube tea.
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The Water-Splashing Festival is the Dai people's New Year, held every year in mid-April in Xishuangbanna. The festival's signature activity is splashing water — everyone douses each other with blessings, and you end up completely soaked and happier for it.
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Besides the tea market, the March Fair has another experience well worth seeking out — the Bai people's Three-Course Tea.
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The March Fair is a traditional Bai festival and market, held every year from the fifteenth to the twenty-first of the third lunar month in Dali.
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Qingming season, with its drizzling rain. Every year at this time, I take out an aged tea cake, sit by the window, and drink slowly.
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"During the Qingming season, the rain falls thick and fast" — that line of poetry captures it perfectly. Every year around Qingming, the weather becomes unbearably damp.
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Qingming grave-sweeping — bring a pot of tea. This is our family tradition.
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Every spring I go up to the tea mountain. Not to buy tea — to breathe.
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When spring changes seasons, the weather lurches between cold and warm, and the human body is most vulnerable. A few days ago we were in short sleeves; today we are digging out jackets again.
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On a drizzly spring day, the world outside the window is drip-drip-dapping, everything soaked. What I love most at times like this is sitting by the window, brewing a pot of white tea, and waiting for the sky to clear.
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