There is precisely no point in prattling on about the joys of tea, we all know the comfort, necessity and down right pleasure of that first steaming sip. As for those of you who don’t acknowledge these truths this is probably not the bank holiday reading for you, go drink squash.
Those who remain, welcome, let me introduce you to my new friend Jing. She’s wonderful. Tea is somewhat of a survival method in my life, I don’t drink too much of the builders stuff these days as my poor neglected insides don’t relish all the caffeine. I do, however, need that refreshing zing of green tea in the morning to entice me out of bed and I require the soothing properties of peppermint to wind down after dinner. It all sounds rather suave but honestly, with the addition of a toddler, my tea routine has become little more that dousing the same cheapy tea bag in boiling water multiple times until it no longer has any flavour left. The half drunk cups are forever being microwaved or topped up with hot water to bring it somewhere around lukewarm. On a scale of one to tragic this doesn’t fair too highly I admit, but when Jing came into my life things had to change.
Jing Tea isn’t like one of those supermarket jobbies that can be dunked and microwaved, she deserves to be treated with respect, she needs a little ceremony. Why? Because this tea is a labour of love, I was kindly gifted some of my favourite Jasmine tea. This particular Jasmine Silver Needle is made up of solely the youngest, sweetest buds of the tea plant. They are left in sun to wither and dry and then laid together with fresh Jasmine flowers for five nights to naturally scent the tea. To top it off the Jasmine flowers only last 24 hours, so they are lovingly picked out and replaced each day. The proof is in the pudding for sure, it tastes beautiful.
With so much love poured into the process it would be criminal to not follow suit in the brewing of the tea. A process made infinitely easier with Jing’s beautiful hand crafted tea infuser. The timer makes sure your tea is brewed to perfection, the sweet little lid keeps the water hot and doubles up as stand to hold your tea leaves. Yes, tea can be little more than a quick thirst quencher in the morning, but what I love about this process is that it’s made me carve out a little moment of calm for myself each day. I’m not naive enough to try and use my beautifully delicate, hand blown glass tea cup when my toddler is careering around the house. But when the bedtime routine is complete I put the kettle on to boil and begin my tea ceremony. The babe is asleep, I’ve reached the end of another day, bringing the cup to my lips signals that it’s time to unwind.
If you’d like to have a peek yourself at the wonderful range of tea Jing has to offer, click here. There’s a lot of tea out there, I’ve drank my fair share and this truly is tea at it’s best. Unlike my cheap dunk and run teabags, you can taste the craftsmanship and love that’s gone into Jing Tea. It’s a little bit special.
Happy Bank Holiday to you,
I was kindly gifted this wonderful selection of Jing Tea products, all opinions and gushing are my own, I really love tea.