Last week I celebrated an anniversary.
This week I celebrate a find: the best green tea on the planet.
After my stroke in 2012, much changed.
Coffee sickened me. I switched to green tea. In low doses, its natural properties protect the brain and fight premature aging. Emphasis on former, not the latter.
Now, roadtrips demand daily green tea. Non-debatable.
He also picked up a single slice of Vienna’s national treasure. At first taste of the oh-my-god Sacher Torte, all tea cravings vanished.
Five years later, that single bite of dark chocolate remains a heart-stopping memory. Yes, that good. I’ve sought to replicate the experience stateside. Failed. Every. Taste.
A brief moment in time, it flooded with crisp Rocky Mountain air and mild June temperatures. An odd perfection ensued, the world dissolving between the first sting of ice-cold green tea and the opening words of a brand-new book.
Each large porcelain bowl delivered nirvana in a two-handed grip. Four varieties of green tea ranged from bitter to sweet and heavy to light. A different galaxy came to life in each bowl.
So unexpected was the experience, DH and I sipped and giggled amid our overwhelm—a tea flight, and every one is excellent! Who-da-thunk-it?!
The experience laid shame to all previous tasting flights involving beer, wine or mini-desserts.
For this West Coast adventure, think entirely new universe of life experience. As in the best green tea on two continents.
It changed our day, this intimate, circle-around-the-sun journey unfolding in a tiny, quiet shop, hidden deep in Portland’s warehouse district. To think we only navigated it because of an insistent bus driver.
At the old Waldo’s teahouse, we discovered a revamped cottage. Inside EQ in the Heights, we found new paint, new interiors, and a new menu.
On a side shelf sat our old friend: Steven Smith Teamaker.
I ordered a teapot of Jasmine Silver Tip and enjoyed, once again in a special teahouse, the world’s best green tea.
Memories returned. I smiled, giggled, then sipped some more.
Ah, the joy of unexpected delights.
NOTE: I’ve never met Mr. Steven Smith. He’s not paying for this over-the-top product endorsement. I pay fully for any of the tea I buy regularly from his company. Just sayin’, friends.