There are two ways to take afternoon tea in Hong Kong – both revered, both steeped in tradition, but with a different culture and practice. And while one is flourishing, the other is fading, discovers Brad A Johnson
Photography by Dieterlan/Photocruise/Corbis, Michael Maslan Historic Photographs/Corbis, © Justin Guariglia/Corbis and © Private Collection/The Stapleton Collection/The Bridgeman Art Library
It’s three o’clock in Hong Kong, and that can only mean one thing – tea. The MO Bar at The Landmark Mandarin Oriental is packed. Waiters rush about the room delivering an endless parade of bite-sized morsels. First comes a trio of miniature cupcakes: red velvet, double chocolate and lemon cream. Next come the savoury bites: miniature waffle cones are stuffed with scoops of salmon roe, crème fraîche and chives; demitasse cups are filled with egg custard; chicken salad sandwiches are the size of macaroons; and teriyaki beef sliders are crowned with diminutive sesame seed buns. Now come the scones: bite-sized biscuits accompanied with clotted cream and apricot preserves. The jewel-like treats keep piling up: chocolate truffles, walnut fudge, moon pies, rhubarb parfaits, raspberry tarts… Pure heaven.
I reach for my teacup and gently pull it towards me. The comforting fragrance of bergamot citrus fills the air – a fine Earl Grey. A splash of milk, a swirl of honey… Ahh, yes, this is tea made the way I’ve always understood it. It’s an English tradition, of course. And the British influence in Hong Kong has left a lasting impression. The ritual of afternoon tea has become as ingrained in the Hong Kong way of life as it is in London, maybe even more so. Each day at precisely three, a significant portion of its population pauses for a respite from the chaos of city life.
Afternoon tea is ingrained in the Hong Kong way of life
Tea at The Landmark Mandarin Oriental isn’t exactly traditional. The music is an energetic lounge-mix that one might associate with a nightclub in Ibiza rather than high tea in Hong Kong. The clientele is a fashion-forward crowd made up of creative and media types. Flutes of Veuve Clicquot are almost as popular as tea.
A more traditional service is taking place this very same minute, around the corner, in the legendary Clipper Lounge of the original Mandarin Oriental, which has been serving afternoon tea since 1963. The music here is a mix of classical and soothing jazz. The atmosphere is more genteel, and the food is quintessential royalty: cucumber finger sandwiches, miniature quiches, crumpets, an endless array of cakes, plus warm scones waiting to be slathered with the hotel’s legendary strawberry-rose-petal jam. (Executive Pastry Chef Yves Matthey offers many of these same jewel-like delicacies, and then some, in the hotel’s beautiful Cake Shop.) A quick glance around the lounge and it becomes immediately clear that, for some guests, this is a frequent afternoon ritual. For others, it appears to be a special occasion – a birthday, a wedding announcement, or perhaps a recent promotion at work.
Tea in Hong Kong predates the British influence. The tea trade, after all, was one of the things that brought the British Empire here in the first place. Tea, served and celebrated the Chinese way, is a world away from the pomp and circumstance of afternoon tea at Mandarin Oriental – but no less steeped in respect and a tradition that dates back more than 2,000 years.
Sadly, it’s a tradition that appears to be losing ground. Most of Hong Kong’s storied old tea houses have closed in recent years. And that’s not acceptable to Vivian Mak, a Hong Kong artist-turned-entrepreneur who has made it her life mission to save this important piece of cultural heritage. Mak founded tea company MingCha in 1999, setting out to find the finest teas in China, and she’s been evangelising the joys of oolong, silver needles and jasmine pearls ever since.
The preservation of Hong Kong’s tea culture is a philosophy supported by Mandarin Oriental: Mak’s MingCha teas are retailed at the organic gourmet store ThreeSixty in The Landmark shopping centre adjacent to the hotel, and she recently joined forces with chef Richard Ekkebus to present a special tea dinner at The Landmark Mandarin Oriental’s Michelin-starred Amber restaurant.
In the same way a devoted sommelier might spend years travelling through Bordeaux, Tuscany or Napa, hunting down little-known wines from out-of-the-way vineyards, personally getting to know the winemakers and grape growers, so too does Mak scrutinise China’s vast universe of tea fields, meeting the independent farmers who grow and harvest their teas according to centuries-old methods, without modern machinery or highly developed commercial networks. Some of these farmers tend to no more than a tiny plot of sharecropped mountainside the size of a single city block. Mak looks for farmers whose plants might be indigenous to the land on which they grow, and whose dedication to the art and craft of planting, picking and fermenting tea is rooted not in economics, but in love, lore and antiquity.
Chinese cups hold no more than three sips at a time
‘Make yourself at home,’ says Mak, when I visit her at her salon, a short cab ride away from both of Hong Kong’s Mandarin Oriental hotels. ‘Please take a look around, and let me know if you see anything in particular that you would like to taste today,’ Mak says, encouraging me to rummage through her shelves, read labels and descriptions, compare shapes, colours and textures. The choices are vast. Every tea comes with detailed information about the leaves’ provenance, sometimes including the age or height of the bushes, or how the buds are picked and rolled. As I’m browsing, I come across notations such as ‘whole tippy buds of Dai Bai tea tree’ and ‘post-fermentation true black tea from indigenous Xishuangbanna tea plants’.
I continue my exploration, not wanting to admit that I haven’t an inclination as to the differences between leaves from Fuding or those from Anxi. The concepts of ‘first flush young hairy buds’ and ‘hand-formed pearls, low-heat finished’ are almost entirely lost on me.
‘I think I’ll just put myself in your hands,’ I say. ‘I’ll taste whatever you’re having.’
With that, Mak’s eyes light up and she starts collecting an assortment of favourites, one of which she has already started brewing. Almost immediately, she hands me a martini glass. ‘Here,’ she says, ‘give it a minute to open up.’
I’m a little surprised that the glass isn’t hot to the touch but pleasantly warm instead. Inside, a flower begins to bloom, petal by petal. What starts out as a tightly wound sphere, the size of a wild plum, gently comes to life, gradually unveiling what looks like a hundred petals in gorgeous shades of pink, purple, white, blue, green… ‘Everyone just loves that one,’ Mak says.
There is a beauty and rhythm to the way Mak handles and brews tea. Obviously experienced, but also incredibly meticulous, she measures the loose leaves into her palm, a perfect three grams, then places them in the pot. She pauses to take the temperature of the water in the kettle before pouring it over each batch of leaves. We’re now drinking green tea – a first-flush, single-day harvest Longjin – out of traditional Chinese cups that hold no more than three sips at a time, the idea being that every sip can be enjoyed at the absolute perfect temperature and strength.
‘Oh, I almost forgot,’ Mak says, pulling out her camera. She scrolls through the photos and stops on a picture of her on a steep mountainside near Hangzhou, standing in the tea bushes with her arm around an old woman, the farmer who raised, harvested and fried the tea we’re drinking.
The tea in everyone’s cup should always be exactly the same colour, too, though it is brewed more by smell than sight. Mak introduces yet another tea, and after letting it brew for about 40 seconds, she lifts the lid and brings it to her nose. A few more seconds, she decides.
This tea is very special, and expensive. It’s an oolong that Mak is especially proud of. ‘It’s so rare to find this tea,’ she says. It comes from an even smaller plot of land than that shown in her photo. Like a fine wine, this one carries a vintage: April 2011, the spring harvest from the plants’ second and third leaves, which look like thick black eyelashes, the result of eight to 10 hours of partial fermentation, followed by three rounds of hand-kneading and twisting. The tea is smoky and intense, leaving a slight charcoal finish in the mouth. ‘Men usually love this one,’ she says. Indeed.
There is no honey, no milk, no extravagance in Chinese tea. Nor is the focus ever placed on food, as is the English fashion. The idea behind the Chinese tradition of serving tea is to admire and appreciate the tea itself, to contemplate tea in its purest form while enjoying the communion with friends and family.
It’s a delicious clash of tradition, this exotic juxtaposition of culture and history. And it’s what makes Hong Kong the most fascinating place in the world to drink tea. The British model is grand and excessive, an unapologetic excuse to celebrate life’s luxuries. Chinese tea, on the other hand, is stripped raw, never diluted with such princely luxuries as milk and sugar. It is contemplative and reverential. Two worlds so intricately entwined, yet so far apart – separated by tea for mere hours at a time.
Mandarin Oriental Cake Shops
For guests looking to extend their tea experience throughout the day, or order a complete hamper ready for the journey home, Mandarin Oriental’s Cake Shops offer an extensive selection of the same exquisite treats – petits fours, fruit tarts, cakes, tea sandwiches, macaroons, truffles – that are served in the hotels’ tea ceremonies. The original Cake Shop at Mandarin Oriental, Hong Kong has been selling beautiful cakes and fine teas for more than 25 years, and it’s a tradition that is shared in the hotels in Tokyo, Macau, Chiang Mai, and now Paris. At first glance the shops look more like jewellery stores than bakeries, with artful creations displayed like precious gems.