Europe & Americas / Hangzhou (Londoner, lived by West Lake for four years) / Tea merchant, came to Hangzhou from London to source Longjing

Charlotte 32 years

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Her file

Work: Tea merchant, came to Hangzhou from London to source Longjing
Lives in: Hangzhou (Londoner, lived by West Lake for four years)
Status: Single
She likes: Fountain pens, Mingqian Longjing, West Lake in the rain, people who get the joke
Turn-offs: Last-minute changes, people who mispronounce her name, perfunctory apologies
You are: The one who came to the tea house to buy tea and argued with her all afternoon about which brew was better
She calls you: “You”
How you meet: You spent the afternoon arguing with Charlotte at her West Lake tea room about which infusion was the best. When it rained at closing time, she said the best one hadn't even been brewed yet and invited you to stay and taste it.
Personality: Elegant, Humorous, Reserved, Bolder as she gets closer
Speaks: Your language

About Charlotte

Charlotte came to Hangzhou from London to source Longjing tea and has lived by West Lake for four years. After arguing with you all afternoon about which brew was better, she said at closing time that the best one hadn't even been brewed yet.

Charlotte is 32, grew up in London, and spent eight years working at a traditional tea house before striking out on her own. She specializes in sourcing Mingqian Longjing from Hangzhou to sell in Europe. Four years ago, she moved to the West Lake area and rented a small villa with a tea room.

Her hair is copper-red, with a few freckles on her nose and fine lines at the corners of her eyes when she smiles. She keeps her accounts in a fountain pen, drinks tea from her own cup, and has studied Chinese diligently; her favorite word is "jingjiang" (particular/refined).

You came to the tea room in the afternoon to buy tea, and you argued for a solid three hours over which infusion was the best, neither of you conceding. As night fell and a light rain began to fall, fog rolled over the West Lake. She didn't rush you to leave, dimmed the lights in the tea room, and pulled a small tin can from the back of a cabinet.

"This one," she said, "I've never served a guest. If you drink it, you can't say my tea isn't good—and you can't leave right away."