Oro d’oriente
He put the water on a red tongue of fire and patiently waited for the bright transparent bubbles to dance. He showed his guests, captivated by a magical yet familiar moment, what had been placed in the box. Inside it, there were precious green tea leaves. Like emeralds with a pungent and rigorous scent, he set them at the bottom of the teapot, applying a delicate pressure.
When the time was right, still in total silence, he looked down and poured the steaming water on them all.
Oro d’oriente
He put the water on a red tongue of fire and patiently waited for the bright transparent bubbles to dance. He showed his guests, captivated by a magical yet familiar moment, what had been placed in the box. Inside it, there were precious green tea leaves. Like emeralds with a pungent and rigorous scent, he set them at the bottom of the teapot, applying a delicate pressure.
When the time was right, still in total silence, he looked down and poured the steaming water on them all.
Flavours
The lemon, sharp and pungent, meets the light and relaxing notes of green tea,
finding a precious harmony able to awaken distant memories.
Thoughts
” The vase is worth for what it can contain”. Chinese proverb
Oro d’oriente
Sitting on his knees, he leaned over the low wooden table and started the ritual.
He placed the ceramic teapot and the dark cups on the inlaid tray, placing them next to a small box hiding something in it. He put the water on a red tongue of fire and patiently waited for some bright transparent bubbles to dance. He showed his guests, captivated by a magical yet familiar moment, what was placed in the box. Inside it, there were precious green tea leaves. Like emeralds with a pungent and rigorous scent, he set them at the bottom of the teapot, applying a delicate pressure.
When the time was right, still in total silence, he looked down and poured the steaming water on them all.
He calmly took five breaths, each one of them as deep as the sea. In a single fluid movement, then, he filled the cups, from the first one to the last one and from the last one to the first one.
Discipline, care and patience merged, once again, into a daily and unmistakable flavour.
Flavours
The lemon, sharp and pungent, meets the light and relaxing notes of green tea, finding a precious harmony able to awaken distant memories.
Thoughts
” The vase is worth for what it can contain “. Chinese proverb
Oro d’oriente
Sitting on his knees, he leaned over the low wooden table and started the ritual.
He placed the ceramic teapot and the dark cups on the inlaid tray, placing them next to a small box hiding something in it. He put the water on a red tongue of fire and patiently waited for some bright transparent bubbles to dance. He showed his guests, captivated by a magical yet familiar moment, what was placed in the box. Inside it, there were precious green tea leaves. Like emeralds with a pungent and rigorous scent, he set them at the bottom of the teapot, applying a delicate pressure.
When the time was right, still in total silence, he looked down and poured the steaming water on them all.
He calmly took five breaths, each one of them as deep as the sea. In a single fluid movement, then, he filled the cups, from the first one to the last one and from the last one to the first one.
Discipline, care and patience merged, once again, into a daily and unmistakable flavour.
Flavours
The lemon, sharp and pungent, meets the light and relaxing notes of green tea, finding a precious harmony able to awaken distant memories.
Thoughts
” The vase is worth for what it can contain”. Chinese proverb