tea [Theme]

March is about renewal and awakening, about the revelation of feminine energy, about connection with nature and its gifts, about self-care and self-knowledge, about brewed morning tea with rose hips and raisins, which gives warmth inside and leaves a sweet aftertaste, about lemons in a wicker basket on the kitchen table, about jars of tea and spices that fill the whole house with their aroma, about baked porridge for breakfast, to which you add pieces of cheese, it melts and gives a salty-pleasant taste, about a city drowning in the first spring flowers, about the return the desire to walk, about the feeling of being inspired by new things...

Sip by sip, the tea reveals the wisdom of the leaves, a gentle reminder that even in quiet moments there is richness waiting to be discovered.

Tea is the alchemy of patience; it turns hot water and leaves into a potion that warms not only the body, but also the spirit.

In the gentle dance of leaves and water, the tea whispers ancient tales, telling stories that only those who stop to listen can truly enjoy.

The work won't do itself, but the tea won't drink itself either.

This is Russian night talk.

Roman Kagramanov hosts seven (seven!) prime programs on the Pyatnitsa channel. However, according to population surveys, the most popular programs in Russia are tea and cigarettes.

February. It's almost spring. On the threshold. Expectations. Hopes. Dreams... everything is resurrected... It’s still cold. Only snowdrops sway their white transparent bells with the tenderness of their buds. And at home there is a garden. Wild thirst for color, light. Colors. The first fresh wind... Until then. Still hot sea buckthorn tea. It has color...

The sun is pouring across the floor of the house. I pour fragrant tea into a snow-white, Japanese-style cup. I lean towards a fresh bouquet of tulips. I feel a subtle, barely perceptible aroma. It smells like melting snow, the first greenery and the approaching spring. And the soul is immediately drawn to flowers, to sunny bunnies merrily jumping along the wall. Very soon... a thaw, clear murmuring streams, feather clouds on the watercolor-stained sky and birds returning home. For now, only tulips. A sensitive, gentle guide to spring...

The New Year and Christmas magic is put in a box, the tree is removed. And even the remains of candy no longer jump into your mouth, but wisely say: well

The New Year's bustle has passed, but I really don't want to let go of this wonderful feeling of the holiday. Look through all the photos again and mentally thank those people who were nearby. Open another box of chocolates and brew delicious tea. Wrap yourself in a blanket, dream and write everything I expect from this new year. Just be close to your family and friends, look confidently into the future, love stronger, give more kindness. Live life to the fullest, be happy and make sure that everything you plan comes true.

Wrap up in warm sweaters and blankets, light the fireplace and look at the crackling firewood, drink tea with freshly baked croissants with chocolate and cinnamon for breakfast... January embraces you with its comfort and mood the color of vanilla snow.

December is about a huge box of tangerines, about scorching coffee in the winter frost or thick aromatic chocolate somewhere in a quiet cozy cafe, about a piece of lemon pie there, about the velvety voice of Frank Sinatra, about the exciting sounds of a saxophone, about good New Year's comedies and a touching black and white movie, it’s about vintage Christmas cards, about long evenings of sincere heartfelt conversations, leisurely, like falling snow, and warming much more than hot tea, woolen sweaters and the warm light of light bulbs, it’s about the magical atmosphere of the holiday all month long , this is about the pleasant goosebumps from the long-awaited anticipation of happiness, hope and faith, this is about the New Year's bustle that will quickly spin and December will fly by in an instant. The main thing is to enjoy every day you live, drink it without spilling it. Let it penetrate our hearts. And December will definitely give you a beautiful fairy tale, even if we stopped believing in it as a child.

Winter. Just a good, bright day. Tea with bergamot, lingonberry jam and peace in the soul, because everything is again through the eyes of a child.