I love coffee, espescially that wonderful smell when you open a fresh packet, but it’s not the same as tea.
It has no ritual for me. Don’t get me wrong, I like Starbucks, I like the way it’s given good coffee to everyone, but it feels rushed and homogenised. Coffee signifies business, being quick, a caffeine jump start to get you going for the pace of life. All this is good, by the way, there’s nothing wrong with being cosmopolitan, but it’s not tea.
Tea is British, and whatever version of British you want. It’s a mug of tea in a greasy spoon, it’s something to dunk a biscuit in (Hob Nobs work best), it’s afternoon tea on the lawn and the lost empire. It’s a ritual, it’s tradition, it’s the famous British reserve; the age old argument about if the milk should go in first, warming the pot (it’s not tea to me if it’s made in the mug), the water must be boiling – all those things.
Tea is Kate Bush and Alan Rickman v Coffee’s Britney Spears and Will Smith. Tea is grown up and warmly eccentric, with tea you want to sit, you want to take time, you want accompaniments done just right. In a world that seems to continually speed up, tea is slow and thoughtful. That’s a good thing to cling on to for a while.
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