Maria Tan
I almost walked past it. Sago Street was loud that afternoon, the way Chinatown often is. Voices, footsteps, the clatter of a hundred small transactions. I was looking for a door and nearly missed the narrow one that led upstairs. Then I climbed. And somewhere between the ground floor and the second, the noise fell…
I have always been drawn to the word “artisan.” Maybe because it creates a certain image in my mind. Someone carefully working with their hands. Someone who knows their craft deeply. Someone preserving a tradition that has existed long before the rest of us discovered it. When I see “artisan tea” on a label, I…
The first thing I noticed was the smell. Not perfume, not incense. Something warmer and older than both. Roasted tea leaves, drifting out onto Mosque Street before I even reached the door. It’s the kind of smell that makes you slow your steps without knowing why. Pek Sin Choon has been on this corner of…
I used to think comfort was supposed to be easy. A familiar drink. A familiar taste. Something that immediately made me feel better. For a long time, I gravitated towards teas that were gentle. Soft flavours. Natural sweetness. Anything that felt welcoming from the first sip. Then I started appreciating bitter teas. Not because I…
There is a moment, just after the hot water meets the fresh peppermint leaves, when the whole room seems to change. A sharp, green coolness lifts from the cup and settles somewhere behind your eyes. Drinking peppermint tea does this quietly, without fuss. It asks for nothing and offers a great deal. Most of us…
There are certain smells that bring us somewhere else before we even realise it. The scent of rain on warm pavement. A familiar perfume. The food someone used to make when we were younger. For me, tea belongs in that category. Sometimes, before I even take a sip, the aroma is enough to bring back…
The first time I held a Chinese Yixing teapot, I wasn’t ready for how warm it would feel. Small, reddish-brown, sitting in my palm like a river stone that had been kept somewhere warm. I’d just rinsed it with hot water, the way you’re supposed to before the first brew, and the clay drank up…
There’s a quiet moment many of us know well. The kettle clicks off. Steam curls up. You wrap your hands around a warm cup and feel your shoulders drop, just a little. Tea has always carried this sense of calm, of slowing down. So it can feel almost contradictory to ask: does tea contain caffeine?…
I have always found the phrase “detox tea” a little strange. Not because I dislike tea. Quite the opposite. Tea has been part of my daily life for years. I love the quiet ritual of choosing leaves, waiting for the water, and taking a moment to slow down. But somewhere along the way, tea became…
I used to think tea had to be hot. There was something about the ritual of it. Boiling water, warming the pot, watching the leaves open. A proper cup of tea seemed to require steam. Then I tried cold brew tea, and I had to admit something slightly uncomfortable. I liked it. More than I…