La prima tazza dona sollievo alla gola, la seconda tazza allontana la solitudine.La terza tazza pulisce lo stomaco, lasciando solo la conoscenza.La quarta tazza fa uscire le preoccupazioni, dissipando i problemi.La quinta tazza rilassa il corpo, la sesta tazza nutre la mente.La settima tazza rende una persona ristorata.
Lu Tong (Tang Dynasty), “The Song of Seven Cups of Tea”
Sorgente: CHE BENEFICI CI SONO IN UNA TAZZA DI TE’ | Te’ e dintorni | Tea Soul
Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea. There are circumstances in which, whether you partake of the tea or not – some people of course never do, – the situation is in itself delightful. Those that I have in mind in beginning to unfold this simple history offered an admirable setting to an innocent pastime. The implements of the little feast had been disposed upon the lawn of an old English country-house, in what I should call the perfect middle of a splendid summer afternoon. Part of the afternoon had waned, but much of it was left, and what was left was of the finest and rarest quality. Real dusk would not arrive for many hours; but the flood of summer light had begun to ebb, the air had grown mellow, the shadows were long upon the smooth, dense turf. They lengthened slowly, however, and the scene expressed that sense of leisure still to come which is perhaps the chief source of one’s enjoyment of such a scene at such an hour. From five o’clock to eight is on certain occasions a little eternity; but on such an occasion as this the interval could be only an eternity of pleasure. The persons concerned in it were taking their pleasure quietly, and they were not of the sex which is supposed to furnish the regular votaries of the ceremony I have mentioned. The shadows on the perfect lawn were straight and angular; they were the shadows of an old man sitting in a deep wicker-chair near the low table on which the tea had been served, and of two younger men strolling to and fro, in desultory talk, in front of him. The old man had his cup in his hand; it was an unusually large cup, of a different pattern from the rest of the set and painted in brilliant colours. He disposed of its contents with much circumspection, holding it for a long time close to his chin, with his face turned to the house.
— How’s your tea?
— Well, it’s rather hot.
— That’s intended to be a merit.
Ralph Touchett and his father
from The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James
Sorgente: Defying Gravity: The ceremony known as afternoon tea