Single terrace, never blended
Every tin is traceable to one shaded terrace and one harvest. We would rather sell out of a lot than stretch it with a cheaper leaf.
私たち · THE HOUSE
A small matcha house with two terraces, one granite mill, and a fox that refuses to be quiet about any of it.
はじまり · the beginning
The matcha sold abroad was, almost always, the leaf nobody in Kyoto wanted — late-harvest, machine-blended, months old by the time it was scooped. Meanwhile the growers we drank with were sending their best terraces to a handful of tea houses and keeping the rest for themselves.
MATCHLLO exists to shorten that line. We buy the lot, we mill it ourselves, and we ship it while it still smells like the field it came off. No distributor in the middle deciding what you are allowed to taste.
三原則 · three rules
Every tin is traceable to one shaded terrace and one harvest. We would rather sell out of a lot than stretch it with a cheaper leaf.
Stone mills turn at thirty grams an hour. It is a slow, cool grind that keeps the aroma in the powder instead of burning it off.
Matcha starts dying the moment it meets air. Ours goes from mill to nitrogen-flushed tin in two days, then straight to you.
年表 · the short version
一服どうぞ · have a bowl
Everything above is easier to prove in a bowl than on a page.