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Finding the Tea Qi: I'm Putting Together A Team...

The crew assembles. You will notice a certain resemblance in the toad. You can't see it in the pictures, but it really does have three legs, and is why I wanted to make this post.

As I have mentioned several times before, my firm belief is that tea drinking, and particularly gongfu style tea drinking, is a vibes based hobby. It's not about maximizing this or that, or finding the most efficient whatever, it's about relaxing into it, connecting everything to a story or a memory or a feeling.

Case in point- you probably recognize the Little Tea Venerable, and the coarse looking gaiwan behind him. Those came from Yunnan Sourcing, and were my first exposure to Yixing clay, highly prized for it's ability to slowly build up tea oils within it over years. Subtly influencing the flavor, but more than that, they become pots and cups (and tea pets) that you 'raise.' The gaiwan and Little Tea Venerable have been dedicated to Raw Pu'erh. Other pots have other uses. My cat mug, which is non-porus porcelin, is doing the heavy lifting on black tea, for example.

The warrior, called "the master" on Tao Teaware's site, was chosen both for it's looks and because it was a youtube short by the owner of Tao Teaware that gave me the phrase "Tea is a vibes based hobby." It seemed the least I could do. I also picked up a little tea pot (not pictured) and it came with a flight of tea samplers. So far, I've only tried the white tea, and it's absolutely killer.

The tray, and the little teapot in the back? Those come from a local teahouse here in Boston. The tray is... beautiful. The picture really doesn't do it justice, but her whole site is full of things I want to buy but can't justify buying. I wound up pulling the trigger on it because, well, they are running a massive sale and they are moving their tea house to just a couple of blocks from where I grew up. So... worthwhile. And look at that picture! Two cranes flying off a magcal looking mountain? Golden immortal mists?

Then there is the last arrival, the three legged toad. This is another one I found through a youtube channel, and it's really interesting. There is a (tiny, as these things go) tea factory in Yunnan called BaiYun Teahouse. They have leased their own ancient tea arbors on one of the most prized mountains for Pu'erh, and sell what sure looks like VERY high end tea. Expensive enough that I am reluctant to even order samplers. But they do also sell unique tea pets.

Ten seconds with image search will tell you that toad is not, in fact, unique to BaiYun Teahouse. So why do I say it is?

Because these guys take the tea pets to a daoist temple to be blessed in the incense there. Really. There is video of him doing it. And the tea pet he is blessing in the video is none other than a three-legged, money fetching toad.

The toad comes from a story about a daoist immortal, was blessed at a daoist temple by a man coming down from a legendary mountain, and is now joining me for tea as I write stories about daoist immortals on a legendary mountain.

OH! The bowl the toad is sitting in, in one of the pictures? Picked it up from my local artists co-op, as it sits on a similarly economical, yet hand made, tray I found at a rural farmers market visiting my dad in Vermont. Bought straight from the potter who made it, in fact.

All that, and we haven't even gotten to the tea.

Fair to say I have fallen deep into a rabbit hole here. It's something that happens to me somewhat regularly. For a time, I was brewing my own mead, making my own beer and wine. Tea is a healthier hobby, though alarmingly, not necessarily cheaper.

I think I've bought all the teaware I can stand for the moment. Maybe if I find something special. Not just beautiful, it needs to connect to a memory, a story. An emotion.

I don't usualy relate to my physical things that way. I'm unsentimental about material things. When something has outlived it's usefulness or no longer sparks joy, it goes, even if I owned it for years. Buying things that I want to have a history with is... different. Feels different.

It occurs to me that serious denim heads would get what I'm talking about. There's a cross-over for you. Denim nerds and tea nerds joining hands to gang up on the people who buy a new iPhone every year.

Dear Reader, is there something you connect with? Something that has a history to it that you can connect with in your daily life?

Tell me about it. It seems the world is wonderfully full of stories.

-Warby

Comments

One material thing I’ve found to value and treat better than my own body would be my cookware. I LOVE cooking and also try to avoid mass produced goods, plastics, and look for sustainably produced. Over the years my family have gotten my numerous useful implements that I don’t want to replace ever if I can. A decent size dutch oven, an clean slate wok, a set of damascus steel knives from a japanese smith to pair with my father’s old knife bag. I will get rid of the clothing off my back if I’m moving and I need room to put these things. These items are not cheap, but getting cheap versions of these items don’t last you very long when you cook a lot. My mom has a set of wedding pots and pans that have lasted her over 30 years and still work well. This is also because she treats and cleans them well and often. Owning cooking ware you care about and rely on is great at teaching what it means to take care of your stuff, which informs me more about how I should probably deal with the other objects in my life. I don’t know if you’ve watched/read the anime Gachiakuta, but it’s a whole show about how treating singular objects can imbue them with power to be wielded by the owner. It really resonated and made me think about what items I own I could treat better to own for longer. Sorry for the rant, post made me reflect a little. Thanks for the reads Warby!

Tarbo

I would have said no until recently. I took a rock on a walk once (brought home a broken off piece of a Roman fortification. It had broken and fallen off before I got there) because I thought it would be meaningful. It wasn't. And it is still sitting in the same box in the dark as it has for years Recently the little Monolith Statue music box thing from Clair Obscur Expedition 33 that I ordered arrived. The statue is about one hand tall. Because Americans will use any unit of measurement other than metric I guess. The Monolith music box doesn't look at all like the music box in my memories. When I was a boy sometimes I would stay the night at my grandparents house. And they had this music box that would fascinate me. I would wind it and wind it and wind it again. It would never play for long enough before I had to wind it up again. Sadly that music box is lost to time. It did not look anything like the Expedition 33 one. Nor did it sound like it at all. Yet somehow when I wind up and listen to the Expedition 33 one it is exactly the same. And so for a few moments a day I wind it up and my worries, responsibilities, and the state of the world go away. And that is priceless.

ioajfidsnmfomds77

For a while, this was my knife. I was never apart from it for at least the first year. I lost it, and have tried to replace it with the knife in my heart, but it is not quite the same. I recently got a pair of used Austrian military surplus boots, which I have switched over to wearing pretty much entirely. I haven't decorated them yet - I'll do some subtle detail work with a white paint pen soon. I am looking forward to building the next chapter of these boots' history. We will be partners through a lot that is yet to come. Something I connect with the history of more right now is my stained glass. I have one large piece that came from a church, and three smaller windows that came from a house that was being remodeled. They both have beautiful shades of orange and cream. I look at them every day and I still find new details to appreciate. I often wonder about the hands that made them. I wonder what will happen to these pieces after I die. Their age reminds me that I will only get to see a portion of their history. I am grateful for this.

zero

I'm the same with the hobbies. I've done the mead, wine, beer, and moonshine. Built a still and all. I collect playing cards, like poker playing cards. I've been doing that for years. I have some decks that there are only 50 of in the world and go for an astronomical price now. Now I know this is probably more of a OCD thing but when ever I see a 2 dollar bill I will try to get it and then it will be shoved into a box to never see the light again. I do this because for some reason I think its unlucky to spend them. I know deep down that this can't be true but it is what it is. Now I have a box with who k own how many 2 dollar bill in it, over a thousand from the last count that was like 5 years ago. And if you are things king "how the hell do you find that many 2 dollar bills". Just know that my family has taken it upon themselves to find 2 dollar bills and show them to me to get my reaction. I have a big family and a lot of them work in the food service industry. Anyways, that's my rant. Sorry.

Endgame

You know how museums have ancient tea vessels and stuff from ancient China? If they're not used and tea is important on them once in awhile they will start to crack. I just learned this from that new show Wonder Man on Disney Plus LOL

Endgame

I’ve a bookshelf in my room, got full of books years ago. I stopped adding to it, only getting digital stuff now. So it’s changed over time in my head from a tool, to a display case and reminder of books I’ve read. … Which is why the few books I haven’t read on there leaves this uncomfortable feeling with me. They are books I was gifted for Christmas, and have no interest in. Yet I can’t seem to purge them out of misplaced sense of guilt. So it feels like a blemish in this wall of good memories.

darkmuch

Are you trying to bring back the China cabinet?

Meiser

I got it from a random potter a farmer's market in Vermont. I don't recall the name of the man who made them, but the maker's mark is a tiny paw print.

Nonnyor Business

Did you get the tray from Maruichi Select?

Colin Groh

This definitely resonates with everything I enjoy about smoking pipe tobacco. The careful mindfulness you need to get good results, the endless variety of tobaccos both cultivars and blend, the pipes themselves, even the accessories such as tampers and lighters.

Venerable Ro

When I was a baby my grandmother would rock me to sleep in this lovely old rocking chair. I don't know where they got it but I do know when they moved out of state they planned to get rid of it and I took it in. I've kept that rocking chair for nearly 20 years now. Soon my parents will be moving in to a house they've had built 15 mins away from me. I'm currently about halfway through refinishing the chair to give to them as a housewarming gift, I assume some day it will make its way back to me. I don't have many material things I feel a history with but I certainly do with that chair.

Joshua Gunty

Not with the intensely comfy socks I'm wearing at the moment, no.

Nonnyor Business

Warby, are you... an ascetic?

EvilLittleThing


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