Notes on tea
from Delft

A slow journal about brewing, learning, and the occasional rabbit hole into tea history.

I burned my fingers a dozen times before it clicked. A practical guide for the impatient.

Boiling water ruined more of my teas than anything else. Numbers I now actually use.

From Taiwanese High Mountain to Wuyi Rock — what I ordered, what surprised me, what I'd skip.

The Netherlands doesn't have a formal tea ceremony — it has something more stubborn.

I showed up expecting calming ritual. I got a workout in paying attention.

Delft pottery meets Japanese powder tea. It works better than it sounds.

Notes on teafrom Delft