Tea & Hospitality
Afternoon tea has always been about the pause for me. Not the tiers or the silverware. Just the moment when the cup is set down, the steam rises, and everything outside seems to slow a little. So I wondered what a pause would feel like inside a fashion house. One floor above Orchard Road, past…
The colour arrives first. A deep amber that darkens towards red as the tea leaves give up their strength. Then comes the aroma. It is warm and rounded, often compared to malt or the crust of fresh bread. The first sip has weight. It fills the mouth with a rich body and leaves a slight,…
There’s a small sound I’ve always liked. It’s the soft knock of a teapot lid settling back into place, just before the first pour. It happens at home. It happens in old shophouses and in bright mall boutiques like those in Suntec City. The setting changes, but the pause stays the same. This list is…
Some words carry a whole childhood inside them. Li ho. I heard it at kopitiam tables, across corridors, from uncles who never waited for a real answer. It meant “how are you,” but it also meant I see you. So when I saw that name on a tea shop sign, somewhere in the middle of…
It was one of those afternoons when the city felt too loud and too fast, and I wanted to sit somewhere quiet without really explaining why. So I went up. All the way up, to Level 32 of The Westin Singapore, where the Lobby Lounge sits above the noise like it knows something the rest…
The afternoon rain had just eased when I climbed up to Level 4 of ION Orchard, home to the Marmalade Pantry Ion. Outside, Orchard Road was doing its usual thing: too many people, too much noise, everyone somewhere to be in the bustle of the city. Inside, at a corner table, someone was pouring tea…
The rain had just started when I stepped in off Paya Lebar Road. Not heavy. Just enough to soften the light and slow everyone down. Inside, someone was pouring tea, and the sound of it carried further than it should have. A small room can do that. It can make a pour feel like a…
The rain had come and gone by the time I arrived, leaving the street outside slick and quiet. I stepped in without knowing quite what I wanted from the afternoon. Only that I wanted it to be slow. The Lobby Lounge at The Capitol Kempinski Hotel Singapore does not rush you. It waits. And there…
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…
I almost walked past it. Located at Nine Neil Road, Tea Chapter Trading Pte Ltd sits quietly, a three-storey shophouse just across from Maxwell MRT in Singapore, its restored facade catching afternoon light. Around it, Chinatown moves at its usual pace. Inside, something slower has been happening since October 1989. I stepped in on a…