Tea tasting is the way of the gentleman. It's not necessarily a matter of great fondness or strong preference.

It's like saying one doesn't necessarily have to love reading, music, strolling, or flower arrangement…

Tea tasting is a kind of enjoyment. Leisurely conversations about time, savoring the fragrance of life.

Fresh green leaves, lying quietly at the bottom of the Cup, spring up as boiling water is poured in, as if inspired and summoned, rushing down in competition.

A simple cup of clear tea provides a space for tranquility; take a gentle sip and even the most restless heart will calm down.

The turbid depths of one's being, nourished and cleansed by tea, are imbued with a faint, rich aroma.

The floating fragrance brews a delicate scent, providing warmth to a thin, cool soul.

Warmth, fragrance, tranquility, composure.

I prefer light flavors, as strong aromas dissipate quickly. This is true of tea. Is it not also true of life? A pot of clear tea to cook life's moments.

A cup of light tea dissolves yearning, warms the mortal world, and eases all weariness and strife. Embraced by this warm, fragrant comfort, it's enough to fend off the loneliness of cold nights.

All things follow their own path; tea tasting is akin to perceiving the heart, in stillness as well as in fervor.