Maria Tan
I never thought much about music in tea shops, until I started noticing patterns. The tea is brewed, the cups are warm, and the aroma drifts through the room. But then the music starts, and suddenly, the entire experience changes. Some shops play classical or soft jazz. Conversations linger. Sips are slow. Even the tea…
I’ve been thinking a lot about waste lately. Not just the kind we notice-the piles of packaging, leftover food, discarded cups-but the quiet, everyday kind: the tea leaves left unused, the leaves steeped once and thrown away, the water poured down because the cup is “not perfect.” Tea has a way of making you notice…
I have a small confession. For the longest time, I treated tea like a background character in my day. It was just the thing I gulped between meetings, barely tasting it. Then a friend handed me a proper cup one quiet afternoon, and I finally slowed down enough to notice the aroma, the warmth, the…
I used to think there would be a moment when my tea journey felt complete. A tea so good that I would stop searching. A tea that would make every other tea feel unnecessary. Years later, I can confidently say that moment has never arrived. And I’m starting to think that’s the point. Tea drinkers…
I still remember the first time someone handed me a cup of Darjeeling First Flush, a prized form of black tea, and asked me, quite seriously, not to add milk. I almost laughed. Tea without milk felt like toast without butter. But I humored my friend, took a sip, and paused. The liquid was pale…
One of the things I love most about Singapore is that we never really chose between kopi and tea. We kept both. Walk into almost any hawker centre or coffee shop and you’ll see it immediately. One person orders kopi-o. Another asks for teh-c. Someone else is drinking Chinese tea from a flask they brought…
I still remember the morning of my older sister’s wedding day. We were packed into my parents’ flat, and the sticky humidity in the air was intense, even with the air conditioning running on full blast. Amidst the loud laughter and the fun of the morning gatecrash, everything suddenly slowed down. I watched her kneel…
There are easier gifts to buy than tea. Gift cards, flowers, candles. They require very little thought. Most people will appreciate them, and if they don’t, no real harm is done. Tea feels different. Giving someone tea involves a small act of interpretation. You are making a quiet guess about what they might enjoy. Something…
Singapore is famous for its spotless streets, impressive glass towers, and a culture that constantly celebrates the new-be it design trends, the latest matcha drinks, or the next “perfect place” for brunch. For a long time, I bought into this idea of curated perfection. My home had to be pristine, my days measured for maximum…
My first tea ceremony singapore experience left me more worried about etiquette than soaking in the moment. Surrounded by seasoned guests, I focused on getting every gesture right, how to bow, how to hold the cup, afraid of missing some point that makes tea culture here so unique. Looking back, I missed how these small…