Hangzhou Westlake, home of the Tiger Run Spring, elegant pavilions, a brocade like lake, and of course, Dragonwell tea. It's nice to know that though we may never have Dragonwell at the quality of 20 years ago, due to possibly, unrestricted vehicles (and their exhaust) in the city floating up the mountain. It's also the only tourist trap for tea. No matter, when in Rome, gotta introduce the Coliseum to the tourists. In this case, i
t was with our esteemed colleague Steve that we are being a tour guide for. Darius has also never been to Hangzhou, but he was an old hand now with rough remote farms, and he thought this might be the most leisurely trip with me ever. With that came a price. The Tiger Run Spring is an unde
rground trickle now. The Koi fishes have not surfaced, at least not the 3 feet long ones. The lake itself was gorgeous, with swaying willows and an occasional egret. Darius was ambivalent about the bats who zip and flutter around us all night as we sat by the lake, drinking newly harvested Dragonwell. Still, the tea was mighty sweet immersed in the local water, because folks, it's always better to drink the tea with the water it was grown in. The te
a was just more in its element. Hangzhou is the home of the scholarly and elegant, and no matter how many tour buses descend, it seems to calmly fold itself over the masses and persuade them to relax under its cool breeze. One can not really understand Dragonwell tea unless one understands the calm, subtle literacy of the people who have appreciated it for hundreds of years.
t was with our esteemed colleague Steve that we are being a tour guide for. Darius has also never been to Hangzhou, but he was an old hand now with rough remote farms, and he thought this might be the most leisurely trip with me ever. With that came a price. The Tiger Run Spring is an underground trickle now. The Koi fishes have not surfaced, at least not the 3 feet long ones. The lake itself was gorgeous, with swaying willows and an occasional egret. Darius was ambivalent about the bats who zip and flutter around us all night as we sat by the lake, drinking newly harvested Dragonwell. Still, the tea was mighty sweet immersed in the local water, because folks, it's always better to drink the tea with the water it was grown in. The tea was just more in its element. Hangzhou is the home of the scholarly and elegant, and no matter how many tour buses descend, it seems to calmly fold itself over the masses and persuade them to relax under its cool breeze. One can not really understand Dragonwell tea unless one understands the calm, subtle literacy of the people who have appreciated it for hundreds of years.Taken from http://teapersonality.blogspot.com/
No comments:
Post a Comment