The first time I got hooked on a really strong
Matcha was in Tokyo. A really hot local girl
decided to take me out on a date and show me
around town (funny how many stories start out
this way isn’t it?) and one of the our stops that
she planned was a tea tasting. I remember it
was raining, as it so often does in Tokyo during
summer, and we dropped our umbrella into the
little canister in the front of the tea shop as we
walked in.
Some words were exchanged in japanese
with the shopkeep and we were both escorted
upstairs to a pretty oldschool looking, all wood
room. It sort of resembled a dance studio
crossed with an attic, to give you a feel of the
atmosphere. An older lady came out from behind
a curtain and began to