A small tea house named for the clouds. Brew with intention, walk the ceremony step by step, and choose leaf grown in quiet fields.
Choose your leaf. We'll hold the water at the right temperature and count the seconds so you can simply breathe.
Ichigo ichie. Every bowl of tea is shared only once — these guests, this light, this season will never gather again. So we make each one as if it were the only one.
There is no rushing here, and nothing is hidden. The chip in the bowl, the single flower, the quiet — imperfection and impermanence are not flaws to us but the whole point. This is wabi-sabi.
茶Single-origin Japanese tea, shade-grown and stone-milled. Every tin carries its steeping ritual on the back.
The same fields taste different in April and November. We pour to the season — a first-flush brightness in spring, something roasted and low as the year draws in.
A six-seat counter behind a paper screen. Come for a bowl of matcha whisked to order, or a full ceremony by reservation. No phones. No hurry.