Uji has grown tea for eight centuries. The river mist, the shaded fields, the first spring picking — 一番摘み — when the leaf holds the most of itself.
Homare — 誉れ, “honour” — is our ceremonial grade from that first harvest: leaves shaded before picking, stone-milled in small lots, sealed plainly. The label is white, the words are few. What matters is in the bowl.
Brought to Texas by Kolben, served the way it is made — simply.