Eccentric Tea Woman

Once upon a time, or so the Mystics claim, a Tea Traveller named Lyn got lost in a forest. Perhaps it was because Lyn had never seen a forest before, seeing as how she was from a town that overlooked the ocean, but that's another matter. As she walked along a path, she noticed a small blue flower on the side that seemed to shiver. She stopped to admire the flower, then bent down to touch it. When she straightened again, she found herself in a dense forest and the flower had disappeared. As first, she smiled as she looked around, only to frown when she noticed that the trees seemed to move and change their positions around her. They waved their leafy branches at her, as though they welcomed her to their domain. Lyn chose a direction and walked on, but not before the trees moved even faster around her. One of the smaller trees actually took her satchel and "ran" off with it, giving her enough of a reason to follow it. The other trees moved out of the way as the young t

I first met SueAnne while attending American University in Washington DC. While unpacking my things in my single room, I threw a box into the hallway, only to hear someone scream. I ran into the hallway and noticed a short girl with a box on her head. We've been friends ever since. In reconnecting with her all these years later, I learned that she's a Tea lover like myself. She's now my Teapot Buyer (no joke!), and she's given me much in the ways of friendship, Tea lifestyle understanding, and sound advice.  Enjoy her words and perhaps you too will join the ways of the Matcha: I recently realized that some of my earliest and fondest memories as a child are of drinking tea with my Baba at her kitchen table. If something were wrong - a skinned knee, a bad dream, an argument with my sisters - we would share a cup of hot tea and discuss it all until I felt ready to conquer the world again. In 2011, as a recently divorced mom waiting for my disability claim t

(review by Cathe Smith) Picture a market in Bangkok, Thailand; it is a hot and humid commerce-driven mosh pit.  Strangers are crowded shoulder to shoulder, shuffling along in a ragged single file because that’s all the narrow aisle will allow.    The air is humid and close under the umbrellas that keep off the afternoon drizzle and you know you’re sweating through your clothes with every step.  Between the traffic, the locals haggling, the hawkers advertising, and the booth blaring pirated music, your ears become overwhelmed.  With every breath, you cough a bit from the diesel exhaust, and try to avoid the overwhelming smell of the open-air butcher stalls mixed with an archaic sewer system. You know, as a foreigner, you aren’t moving as fast as you could be; your head is on swivel trying to absorb everything and maybe find a present for your mom back home.  Someone’s elderly grandmother is constantly poking you in the small of your back to keep you shuffling forward every ti

(little bit of Tea history from the 2019 World Tea Expo) Due to a myriad of reasons, Tea Junkie Magazine has been transformed into a blog - Welcome to Tea Junkie World! I hope that you will enjoy this new format, still filled with news, stories, recipes, interviews, thoughts, whatever all within the realm of Tea! So, brew a cup of your favourite blend, get comfortable, and enjoy your entry into Tea Junkie World!