Inspired by the bold-type-meets-soft-cloud look you shared — heavy ink headlines floating over pink-blue matcha mist.
We sift Uji first-harvest tencha every morning. No clumps, no dust, just electric green powder that smells like spring.
80°C water, bamboo chasen, a brisk W-shape until the foam looks like clouds in the reference image — thick, glossy, pink-light.
Lightly salted milk foam spooned on top so your first sip is air, second is tea, third is “oh, I get it now.”
Afternoons are for sitting. Big windows, soft noise, bottomless barley tea. Stay a while. Fictitious but firm on this.
1214 NW Flanders St
Portland, OR 97209
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