The powder is a light brilliant green and smells creamy, sweet, and pure. The powder is prepared in ceremony. Mucky dark green sludge is transformed into thick heady bright green froth, the miracle of matcha is once again revealed. One bows and pays respect to the tea. Then one consumes the tea in its entirety. It's taste is sweet, slightly green and vegital, and somewhat sour and acidic, not too creamy. It presents a nice balance of sweet, bitter, and sour. In it, a ripe pink grapefruit can almost be detected under it's green profile. It is quite flavourful for a matcha. The mouthfeel isn't it's strongest point, covering the top of the mouth and tongue it hardly resonates in the throat, if not just a little at the top of the throat where the mouth terminates.
The qi of this tea is refreshing, peaceful, and pure. It's energy a very modest type, nothing to noticeable or flashy, but pure as if taking a long awaited cold mountain spring shower after long day of mild labour. If one chooses to ignore the qi's course throughout the body, it just seems to induce a subtle sense of wellbeing and general contentment. Holding the tea bowl between cupped hands, with only remnants of froth clinging to it , softly sniffing the bowl, taking the smell in deeply, one is content indeed.