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Where It First Began

People often assume this began with tea.

It didn’t.

Not really.

Tea simply happened to be where many threads converged.

Long before I knew the difference between white tea and pu’er, I found myself drawn to things that seemed to resist the pace of modern life.

Objects that became better with use.

Things made with care.

Things that rewarded patience.

Perhaps this explains my fascination with old fountain pens, well-made shoes, mechanical watches, mineral water, and eventually, tea.

Tea arrived quietly.

At first it was just another drink.

Then I discovered that some teas were meant to age.

Ten years.

Twenty years.

Sometimes longer.

That idea stayed with me.

In a world obsessed with speed, novelty, and endless replacement, I found comfort in things that improved with time.

Not everything does.

Some things deteriorate.

Some things are consumed and forgotten.

But some things—tea, craftsmanship, relationships, wisdom—seem to deepen.

Over the years, tea became more than a beverage.

It became a lens.

Through tea I found myself thinking about attention.

About aging.

About collecting and appreciating.

About family.

About business.

About what deserves to be kept and what should be let go.

This journal is not an attempt to teach.

Nor is it an attempt to sell.

It is simply a record.

Notes on tea.

Notes on craftsmanship.

Notes on family, business, and the quiet pursuit of things that endure.

Perhaps that is where it first began.

Not with tea.

But with the suspicion that some things become more valuable with age.

And with the desire to understand why.