An Open Apology to Matcha Lover 🍵
First of all, I would like to formally apologize to all certified matcha connoisseurs, tea sommeliers, and Kyoto-level taste buds out there.
Because… my standards are embarrassing.
For me, matcha qualification is simple:
Is it green?
Is it bitter?
Congratulations. You passed.
Apparently, there are “notes” and “layers” and “ceremonial grades” and “harvest seasons.” Meanwhile, I’m over here thinking, “Yes, this tastes like grass. Perfect.”
My ideal price point? Under IDR 20K.
Affordable.
Humble.
Emotionally stable.
The most expensive matcha I’ve ever tried was IDR 80K .
At that moment, I accepted my truth: my taste buds are budget-tier. And honestly? I’m at peace with that.
Because here’s the beautiful thing about adulthood — we are free to like what we like. You can appreciate IDR 80K ceremonial matcha harvested under a full moon. I will happily sip my IDR 18k version from a random street vendor and feel zero shame.
And most importantly?
My bank account survives.
So yes, my palate may lack refinement.
But at least it’s financially responsible.
Cheers to affordable bitterness. 🍵
