I finally made matcha the proper way, sifting my powder, whisking the tea in my chawan. Proper tools and preparation really do make a difference. I think I understand now!
I can’t even really describe the flavor of my cup because I was too wrapped up in the experience. I think I may have accidentally poured an extra oz. of water in even though I tested my chawan first to find a 6oz mark (luckily the glaze color changes in just the right place) so I’ll have to be more careful next time.
Matcha is a little bitter and a little sweet, and drinking it seems to make me feel reflective and maybe even conjures up bittersweet memories. I don’t know. I don’t really want to intellectualize it, I just want to enjoy it. I still have some time (I won’t say work) to put into understanding my tools and refining my method, but this first true chawan of matcha was something of a revelation.
I’m also in love with my chawan, even more now that I’ve used it and discovered a few of its unique traits (its personality?). I can’t find my camera, so I’ll direct you to the artist’s site. This is probably the most beautiful item I possess. I want to write poems to it….