Tea and Evensong With Tea Expert James Norwood Pratt

Tea illuminato James Norwood Pratt and his lovelyby his friend, Jason Chen, who is the owner of Lu Yu
Lady Valerie invited me over to share tea andTea in Bellevue, Washington. The infuser looks like a
Evensong this week. Evensong is an enchanting,tall tea cup with an elongated filter. We drink from
half-hour, weekday afternoon ritual of music andlarge white porcelain tea cups, antiques seemingly
prayer held at San Francisco's Grace Cathedralworn with the ancient sipping of old Chinese tea
onNob Hill. Our mutual love of Camelia sinensisdrinkers. The tea is delicious, and Norwood approves.
combines well with our shared interest in ritual, prayer,He is especially pleased, as he has been focusing
devotion,and music, and creates a magical afternoonintently on oolongs for the past six months, he says. I
that some can only dream of.breathe easier, and the level of revelry between us
To enter Norwood and Valerie's home in North Beachswirls and rises.
is to discover a temple of tea and culture. The aura ofWe then try a very special tea, Golden Lily, from Lu
literature and art, with its books, busts, and religiousYu Tea. This tea was really spectacular. Just a few
icons, wash over the visitor like fragrant notes of a finekilos of this organically grown and hand-processed tea
tea.is made available, and then only to tea maker Jason
Norwood is devoted-to tea and more deeply andChen's closest friends. Apparently Chen owns many
personally, to his sense of the more subtle structureshectares of land in the Zhejiang and Fujian provinces
of the universe with its sky-blue porcelain gods,of China, where he oversees the growing, harvesting,
earth-green teas, and amber-brown, leather-cladand processing of his own organic teas. The tea label
beckonings of Goethe. Valerie is a lovely Englishincludes information on the tea's origin, altitude at which
woman whose gentle and intelligent bearing remindit was grown, harvest season, and steeping
one that femininity is both strong and soft. Withsuggestions-all the information a connoisseur would
ember-red hair, and a liquid awareness about her bluewant to know about a tea (s)he is purchasing. We
eyes, Valerie offers perhaps more with her attentivefinish with a lovely Te Kuan Yin, an homage to the
and quiet demeanor as most others do with theirgoddess Norwood reveres.
many words."So what makes a great tea, Norwood?", I ask.
What moves me most about Norwood is not only the"In my opinion, the tea plant is the highest form of
depth of his knowledge about tea, history, art andvegetation. It is always a combination of heaven, earth,
literature, but the depth of his spirit. His Southernand man -- heaven being everything above ground,
manners prevent him from flaunting his sturdy intellect,earth being the ground and everything below it, and of
so it slowly seeps into you like a soft, fine mist. I getcourse, the influence of man relates to the growing,
the sense that he will meet whatever level of mentalharvesting, processing and brewing of the tea plant. A
faculty is offered by his companion, but his gentlegreat tea is made when all three of these factors
kindness and humility would not permit him to brandishcombine, each at their best and in perfect harmony
overly rigorous thoughts that might elude or intimidatewith each other."
his guest.Two hours of discussion and tea evanesce into wisps
Despite his bearing of refinement, Norwood is alsoof fine memories, and we hasten out the door to walk
magnificently irreverent. One of my favorite art piecesup the hill to Grace Cathedral, which is both grand and
in Norwood's home is a clay cast bust (made by Sangraciously welcoming, like my hosts. We sit in chairs on
Francisco sculptor Harriet Moore) of Norwood himself,the altar, right by the Grace Men & Boys Choir.
sporting a large, floppy English afternoon tea hat whichHearing the child voices mingle with adult voices
Norwood has apparently placed on its head. Norwoodcreates a wonderful wand of energy passing over the
loves to poke fun at himself, and this makes him notchurch. Together, Norwood, Valerie and I sing and pray,
only endearing inside his gigantic persona as thevoices lifted to the lovely arched ceilings and stained
country's foremost tea expert, but more approachableglass masterpieces.
as well.As we leave, Norwood pays respects to a special
Valerie offers me the best seat in the living room, acorner of the cathedral that holds a statue of "Saint"
red leather, high-backed chair facing the SanFranciscoJohn Donne. "Now this is the kind of saint I can really
Bay with its toy sailboat views. We try our first tea, apray to," says Norwood. "You wouldn't want to trust
2008 spring harvest Tung Ting oolong, freshly arrivedpraying to a saint that was always only good. Donne is
within 24 hours at Red Blossom Tea, and which Ithe saint of writers and poets," he says with a
brought with me as an offering. Norwood steeps thebemused smile, and gently bows to St. John Donne.
tea in a lovely white porcelain vessel, custom designed