31 May, 2008

Interregnum

We're working on the haiku competition: they've been scribed onto little cards, and we're taking the eight finalists out with us on our afternoon picnic to determine the winner. The tension... is... unbearable!

Ahem. :)


silent dusk
in the abbey ruins
distant bells

29 May, 2008

1986 CNNP

In 1986, I was just leaving lower school. I remember a love of playing marbles, collecting Star Wars action figures with my friends, being terrified at the prospect of attending a school filled with Big People, and truly despising tea. I don't get quite so much time with the marbles or action figures these days, and that school now looks rather small and sweet, but my attitude to tea has changed somewhat. While that freckle-faced young boy was facing his new school, this tea was being picked, steamed, and pressed. The timescale of tea can be very sobering.

Very many thanks to ST for sending this excellent tea all the way from Singapore. (More pretty stamps for my wife, too!)





As is common with teas of the old school, the leaves are very small. They have already passed rusty orange, and are descending into the reassuring colour of dark chocolate (shown above, and below). They have a sharp shicang [wet storehouse] aroma, but nothing too recent - this one has been aired for some time. Comme ci, comme ca - I am neither greatly enamoured nor violently opposed to shicang characteristics.





The wenxiangbei [aroma cup] is all sweetness, with great duration. While shicang, it is clean and distinct. The colour of the soup is a highly desirable orange-red.





The first sensation is its immediate flavour, a charming and unique character: sweet cedarwood, with a broad, root-vegetable base that reminds me of sweet potato. In the nose, a similarly vegetable-like aroma. What a curiousity this is.

The huigan pauses before making itself felt, but then resounds in the throat for many minutes. Drinking slowly, this tea is a long event.





I have used our hanwa [Han dynasty-style ceramic] little 7cl pot, which treats old leaves very well. Its small size requires repeated filling, but more than compensates for our efforts with the joy it brings.

Even creamy vanilla notes develop in later stages of this tea, while a gentle chaqi rumbles on regardless of time or potency.

Thanks again to ST for a fine experience. I have no doubt that the young boy mentioned at the start of this article would have found this tea utterly repugnant, but he turned out OK in the end...

28 May, 2008

To the Victor, the Spoils

This is a "good news", "bad news" post. First, the good news...

The haiku contest appears to have been a hit, a very palpable hit. It being a poetry contest, I was not anticipating a huge turn-out. I am delighted to see that I was wrong! I've sent e-mails to all the entrants that I have received - thanks again for the excellent submissions.

And so, to the bad news...

Given the surprisingly large number of submissions, and the fact that every entrant will be receiving at least a few samples of tea, I will close entry to the contest by midnight GMT, tonight (Wednesday). If you have some submissions teetering on the edge of being sent, do please send them.


Chadao


I can heartily recommend the holding of such a contest in order to introduce yourself to your readership! Of the 21 entries so far (representing 9% of the current daily readership, according to dear old Google Analytics), only 5 are from readers with whom I have had correspondence in the past. That's 16 new folk that I didn't previously know! I'm very grateful to have had the opportunity to do so, and always encourage e-mails from readers (hobbesoxon at gmail dot com), as blogging is very definitely a two-way process.

Hint hint. :)

It makes me wonder... who else is out there?!