I’m getting sucked into the tea vortex and I don’t think I’ll ever claw my way back out. Once it sucks you in it is very difficult to go backwards because tea leaves, good tea leaves, transform the most boring substance on the planet into somthing as exotic as flavored unicorn tears.
The names of the various teas work equally as well as necromancer names: “Maharaja Oolong,” Lapsang Souchong,” ” Earl Gray” All could be characters in an HP lovecraft story about summoning tentacled overlords from the subteranean depths. And the taste of weird loose leaf tea is Like taking deep breaths of air that vanished a long time ago when the world was young and talking nymphs wandered the woodlands and children were sacrificed on floating pyramids. I.E The good old days.
The ritual of tea is alchemical. Somewhere in the process of boiling water, scooping the tea from the jar, placing the tea leaves in the tea pot,and adding water and waiting for it to steep, you fall into a minor trance. A calmness falls over you and at last when the water pours from the tip of the tea kettle it’s as though an angel is pissing flavored holy water into your cup.
I’ve gone tea insane. Is this because I am now missing one of my testicles? Will I start to wear kimonos soon? I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. The tea vortex is pulling me down into it. And there are black cats in the tea vortex. And weird haircuts. And wind chimes. And DIY wall fountains. And somewhere in there you start practicing Tai Chi. Basically you turn into an elderly asian woman.
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