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Friday never fails to ambush me with military precision, a shard of LED light that needles the cornea just as the blog-renewal alert detonates my hard-won, tax-season calm. I can’t remember the last time I lingered over a single tea. Perhaps the moment I proclaimed independence from performative tastings, a small act of mutiny against…
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Honestly, I’ve been looking for a topic worth an article for quite some time now. For the past few weeks my Instagram feed has once again been clogged with photos of old factory cakes and boutique brands whose teas easily cost more than a gastroscopy. As I write this it is Sunday, and even though…
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I realize immediately it isn’t a question of time.Time is a polite, almost political excuse; its supposed lack is like fastening a little tie before going to church on Sunday, a superfluous ornament, yet institutionally acceptable, a way of dressing up a lie for a setting you can’t quite tolerate. The truth is that writing,…
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Well, you see, when I first started drinking tea I never thought it would become such an important part of my life. I suppose no one ever expects it at the beginning, but I certainly didn’t imagine that something with such a high percentage of water could bring relief to my cirrhotic, worn-out soul, born…
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We have all heard it at least once: that Darjeeling black teas, the second flushes, taste like muscatel. To some it may seem a trivial matter, but for me reading it for the umpteenth time is torture, a subtle form of violence, like being tied to a bed and forced to listen over and over…
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We all know it: social networks always leave too much room for sensationalism. There’s endless space for anyone obsessed with sanctifying new brands and glorifying mind-blowing teas that promise an experience somewhere between spiritual awakening and a methamphetamine binge. A permanent pop-up of disposable enthusiasm. It’s the amusement park where anyone can feel like a…
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There are several reasons why I sometimes disappear and stop writing. A loss of imagination, a lack of interesting teas, and other times it’s simply my own bad habits sabotaging every functioning neuron like a broker gambling with other people’s money. And then there are a couple of reasons no one would care about anyway.…
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Hello everyone! With this post, I would like to share the result of a project that has accompanied me over the past few months: a publication born from the desire to present, in an ordered and comprehensible form, the most significant insights I have gathered about the world of fermented teas. More than a year…
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I sometimes think we take far too much for granted just how complicated it is to make a truly good tea, especially a good black tea.It’s treated as a Pavlovian reflex, a gesture made without thought, like pouring yourself another glass of prosecco when the guests’ conversation has already descended into collective complaint. We grow…
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Usually, I would write about a place, a land, the wind disturbing the fragile balance of the hats of farmers bent by time and sciatica. I would use rhetorical tightrope acts that might seem almost contrived to some, or romantic and evocative to others.But this time I won’t do any of that, no recycled sensations,…
Wild Harvested 