OhtaNotes

The tea is at its best when it is almost forgotten.

A lounge is where people hedge against boredom, but never against uncertainty.

Observe who enters and leaves; that tells you more than the menu ever will.

Monday’s labor is proof that humans live in fiction.

The green of matcha latte is not just a color, but a bridge between tradition and modernity.

It was on the third cycle that I realized this Saturday was repeating. この土曜日は繰り返されている。そのことに気づいたのは3回目の時だった。

The unknown is the most powerful force—it fuels fear, hope, and every legend ever told.

Each branch is a clue, each stone a riddle.

The real asset? Mystery and exclusivity.

February is the threshold between winter and spring, where its very brevity turns into magic. 2月は冬と春の境界であり、その短さそのものが魔法となる。