This day, 3 June, in 1992, Premier Li Peng attended the United Nations Conference on Environment and Development in Rio de Janeiro, also known as “Earth Summit”,...
瓜子 (guazi) or “Melon Seed” is the name of an online used-car selling platform.
It’s an example of how brand conventions have evolved in China beyond fruits (Apple, Blackberry) to the names of dried food commodities (Xiaomi, Sesame, etc.) It’s also an example of a shift from branded physical products to services.
Actually, the subject of this month’s Strainer is not a tech startup or a financial service. It’s not even the humble melon seed itself (a fine Autumn snack); it’s a variety of green tea that is also named 瓜片...
"After drinking my local tea, you won’t be able to walk in a straight line.”
That’s how I was introduced to this tea. It was a generous, proud young friend that set the challenge.
By “local”, she meant Guizhou. I was surprised; Guizhou is not known as a tea place.
The province is infinitely more famous for its hard liquor, tobacco and coal. On paper, it sounds like a dirty, hard-living kind of place. But it also enjoys its share of beautiful scenic attractions and ethnic communities. The capital, Guiyang, has been...
HRH E II R, Queen Elizabeth the Second. Her name has appeared in these pages twice before now.
And why would a Chinese tea column be concerned with the former monarch of the United Kingdom?
Actually, Strainer first mentioned her as the name of a donkey ridden on a trip to Yunnan. .
And then there was the column about Chinese tea sellers seeking actively validation for their product through international celebrities.
The story goes that Queen Elizabeth II, when introduced to a new variety of oolong tea from Taiwan, described it as...
I’ve spent more money than necessary, wasted too many grumpy gulps than necessary on a tea which usually fails to reward. I’ve thought altogether too much about it.
And, as well as trying to understand my problem, there’s another reason to chase the mercurial charm of “biluochun” (碧螺).
Back in the winter of 2015, I drank a cup which stunned me. It came at the end of a long tour featuring some great teas. But it somehow capped the whole experience. Like fresh peas and gooseberries was the biluochun that day.
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