Category: Tea and Life
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Who ARE these people?
When you have been involved in tea for any length of time, you’ll see the same old quotes come up time and time again. And they are usually from authors. Have you ever wondered: Who ARE these people? In what way are they qualified to make pronouncements about tea? Is there a dark, sinister undertone?…
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Ask Lord Devotea (The Second Coming)
I have, at times, consented to share my wisdom with the world. This is one of those times. Young Geoffrey, of Portland, USA, writes: Dear Lord Devotea, why do people buy and consume terrible tea? In bags? What’s wrong with them? Dear Geoffrey Full marks for realising straight away is the big problem here is…
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What’s Not In The Bag
Regular readers will be familiar with my complete hatred of teab*gs, and usually, I mention that it’s the things they add: paper, plastic (usually described as ‘silken’ or silky to fool you into thinking it’s silk) string, tags, staples, glue, sneaky unlabeled sugar etc that have no place in my cup of tea. I even…
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Lazy Sunday Afternoons
Having a delightful afternoon tea with friends is of course, the ultimate way of enjoying a Sunday. Of course, some people might say “But Lord Devotea, my idea of enjoying a Sunday is on a motorbike driving like an idiot on dirt roads / attending some sports / visiting a leper colony / being chained…
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Black and White
I drink my black tea black. Often, I drink my black tea with others, and some of them drink their black tea white. In fact, afternoon tea opens up myriad possibilities. Sometimes, I might try a particular black tea white. Sometimes, my friends who normally drink their black tea white might try one black. Of…
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Brexit. Tea. Envy. Loss. Coffee. Really.
My preferred title for this blog post was just too long, so let’s just enjoy it here: Brexit, Elections, The Politics of Loss and the Implications in the Marketing War between Tea and Coffee. DISCLAIMER: many of you are used to my habit of (a) adding a little tea to make a long-winded rant about something…
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Penang: Over and Out
My last blog – before the Pictorial Interlude – ended with Lady Devotea and I in Little India, Georgetown, Penang, hailing a cab to go back to our accommodation. Over dinner, we’d discussed the idea that we would do something in morning and then head back to take it easy for a few hours before…
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A Pictorial Interlude
My last blog post was a bit of a teaser on our last night in Penang. Then… nothing for two weeks! I’m sorry about that. A combination of lack of time and illness and then technical difficulties at my scheduled blogging time meant I missed last week’s entry. As I work to rectify that, I…
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I said “Kapitan”.
I have a passport that says I have never been to India. However, standing in a confusion of sounds and sights that suggested otherwise, we soaked up music, dialects, scents, the sound of blaring car horns and parping motorbike horns, rows of saree shops and grocers with spices piled high. Tamil, Hindi, Malayalam all combine to…
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Eastern, Western and Oriental
It is obligatory, when travelling, to enjoy an afternoon tea. Admittedly, it’s not always easy. If you’re in London, it’s easy to find. The Australian Antarctic Territory, not so. Most places are somewhere in between, and Penang certainly is. The afternoon tea to be had in Georgetown is that at the ‘1885’ tea room at…