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concrete tea
Dry, mineral green. Dehydrated fig latex, powdered moss, cedar sawdust. There’s bitter citrus rind – maybe a kaffir lime – for texture. I’m not a matcha expert and I know this isn’t photorealistic, but it still reads tealike to my nose. Maybe it's the impression of green tea, to a strict coffee drinker. This is clean, monotone, unisex. I get this “concrete petrichor” accord that almost echoes Baie 19. Sillage is mild, but longevity is solid. I can waft it for days in fabric.
Mental Snapshot: A postwar laboratory, all concrete and glass blocks. The memory of tea, recalled through a boardroom of stern-faced scientists. Each atomises a clear distillate into their stainless steel teacup, and they contemplate the twenty-sixth iteration. While unpleasant to taste, it provides a pleasant aroma.
tl;dr: brutalist tea ceremony
Mental Snapshot: A postwar laboratory, all concrete and glass blocks. The memory of tea, recalled through a boardroom of stern-faced scientists. Each atomises a clear distillate into their stainless steel teacup, and they contemplate the twenty-sixth iteration. While unpleasant to taste, it provides a pleasant aroma.
tl;dr: brutalist tea ceremony