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Ceremonial Grade White Tea


A plain white wrapper 
Tightly packed buds 
 
The Sweet and Creamy essence 
Protrude the packaging and 
Caress my nose
 
Slowly but surely,
The brewer pries apart the leaves.
Some points give away easily  
But others take more care and 
Poking
To come apart.
Almost as if the tea knows 
Who it can trust and chooses 
Who it can be held by.
 
The brewer places the leaves 
In a steamy gaiwan, then give it a sniff.
Once more the creamy aroma hugs the nose
Of the brewer ever so softly.
The tea is given a rinse and finally,
 
The first infusion is brewed.
 
The leaves don't open to the brewer 
Immediately. 
It takes some time. 
One cannot just use volcanic water 
To understand this tea. It will only respond
With bitterness and bad taste.
Forever leaving the bad brewer with a terrible impression,
Never to come back to this tea.
One cannot use too cold water,
For it will leave them with no taste at all.
One cannot quickly drink the tea,
They must think deeply and truly taste. 
To the bad brewer, this ever so light tea 
Will only taste like plain water. 
 
No, one must use just the right temperature 
Of hot water. One must brew the right number of 
Seconds. One must appreciate deeply the taste.
One must treat the tea with love.
To treat the tea with love is to experience all the
Complexities of flavor: the sweetness, the nuttiness, 
The creaminess and the astringency.
Tasting as if it has been aged many years,
Yet is still so young.
All the flavors 
Can so easily be missed or misunderstood. 
Never to be 
Deciphered by a bad brewer. 
 
Although, even a good brewer can make bad brewer mistakes.
Yet the tea offers forgiveness and 
Change with the 
Next infusion. 
With each infusion there is a slightly 
New flavor. The entire session of tea 
Is a journey.
 
Then, eventually, the tea begins to fade 
And can yield no more flavor…
Until the brewer simmers the tea 
And reveals a whole new side of the flavors;
And opens an extension of the 
Tea to brewer relationship. 
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