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flowering tea?

I stick one in a crystal glass and keep topping up the hot water, it's been while since I had one as it's usually cheaper to buy better quality tea for the same price that's not been made into a fancy shape.
 
They are generally referred to as "display teas." Great for entertaining guests. You need clear glass tea ware to enjoy the visual.
 
Exactly. I generally serve these, but I never (except when I'm brewing a test to make sure they're good, and not merely good-looking) make them for myself.
 
Exactly. I generally serve these, but I never (except when I'm brewing a test to make sure they're good, and not merely good-looking) make them for myself.

I decided to get them for myself because I have been so busy lately, I wanted something small but still nice I could do for just me. at under $2 each in the long run it isn't a horribly expensive splurg for once every 2-3 weeks
 
My sister is pretty enamoured with flowering teas, but I've never really appreciated the "flowery" taste. If I had one that was just tea, rather than tea and flowers I'd probably like it more.
 
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I've seen these at the teashops here. Costs around $2 USD a pop. I thought about picking up one to send to my mom and grandmother.
 
My GF is quite fond of these small artworks, but more due to they beauty than their taste.

I have tried around five different flowering teas over the last year or so; so far only one of them has actually been something I would consider drinking again, especially considering the price. If I want a flowery tea I can get a high grade jasmin pearls for much less money.

These teas, I guess, are mainly produced due to their esthetics - and they are undeniably pretty.


Regards.

Jakob
 
I was sort of engaged once... some might call it living in sin. Every Friday on my way home from work I'd stop for flowers. Aside from the thoughtfulness of buying flowers for a lady, and the added beauty and color it brought home, it also added a sense of the delicacy and fleeting nature of life, and in a gentle and subtle way, encouraged us to enjoy the weekends more. Much as I dislike being pampered, I kept buying the flowers occasionally for months after we broke up. Maybe it was a way for this city dweller to bring a small touch of nature's gentleness and joy into the concrete jungle, if only on weekends. Eventually, the flowers stayed on the table for a month, and I was sweeping leaves off the floor all over the house, so I gave it up.

But one doesn't need to break up with a fiance to appreciate flowers. Nor to feel separated in time or space from the nature they adorn and help to flourish. Flowering tea recalls the same fleeting sentiments. It matters little to me that there are better tasting teas. There were better flowers, too. But the ones that adorned our home were the ones that brought us joy. Humble as they were, they were our children, our friends, and our teachers, at least for a week. And we enjoyed what they brought to our home.

This small act of drinking tea from a flowering bud, partaking of this bit of life emerging in a cup, more symbolic than actual, reminds me of the scent of flowers wafting through the house on a gentle spring breeze. It invokes nature within this concrete maze in a way that leaves alone can't hope to achieve. The artistic spirit that went into this bud months earlier and half a world away blooms again in dreams of nature in the dead of winter or the emptiness of a vast city. If I could put time in a bottle... But perhaps this does capture just one small time in a bottle.
 
I was sort of engaged once... some might call it living in sin. Every Friday on my way home from work I'd stop for flowers. Aside from the thoughtfulness of buying flowers for a lady, and the added beauty and color it brought home, it also added a sense of the delicacy and fleeting nature of life, and in a gentle and subtle way, encouraged us to enjoy the weekends more. Much as I dislike being pampered, I kept buying the flowers occasionally for months after we broke up. Maybe it was a way for this city dweller to bring a small touch of nature's gentleness and joy into the concrete jungle, if only on weekends. Eventually, the flowers stayed on the table for a month, and I was sweeping leaves off the floor all over the house, so I gave it up.

But one doesn't need to break up with a fiance to appreciate flowers. Nor to feel separated in time or space from the nature they adorn and help to flourish. Flowering tea recalls the same fleeting sentiments. It matters little to me that there are better tasting teas. There were better flowers, too. But the ones that adorned our home were the ones that brought us joy. Humble as they were, they were our children, our friends, and our teachers, at least for a week. And we enjoyed what they brought to our home.

This small act of drinking tea from a flowering bud, partaking of this bit of life emerging in a cup, more symbolic than actual, reminds me of the scent of flowers wafting through the house on a gentle spring breeze. It invokes nature within this concrete maze in a way that leaves alone can't hope to achieve. The artistic spirit that went into this bud months earlier and half a world away blooms again in dreams of nature in the dead of winter or the emptiness of a vast city. If I could put time in a bottle... But perhaps this does capture just one small time in a bottle.

Nice sentiments.
 
This small act of drinking tea from a flowering bud, partaking of this bit of life emerging in a cup, more symbolic than actual, reminds me of the scent of flowers wafting through the house on a gentle spring breeze. It invokes nature within this concrete maze in a way that leaves alone can't hope to achieve. The artistic spirit that went into this bud months earlier and half a world away blooms again in dreams of nature in the dead of winter or the emptiness of a vast city. If I could put time in a bottle... But perhaps this does capture just one small time in a bottle.

Nicely said.
 
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