The hubbub of the Rozengracht murmurs past, but inside there is silence. At Moychay, you step into a world more like Kyoto than Amsterdam. Rows of teapots, wooden tables and the gentle sound of boiling water set the mood.
The tea masters guide visitors through a ceremony that is centuries old. Every step counts: rinsing the pot, heating the water, the first small pouring moment. They explain the origins of each tea - from Chinese white to Japanese green - and the importance of temperature and timing.
What makes this place special is the way it sharpens senses. You hear the water, smell the leaves, feel the warmth of the cup. Phones disappear, conversations slow down. Tea here becomes not a drink but meditation.
In addition to traditional ceremonies, you can attend tastings or buy special teas. Moychay collaborates with small producers from Asia and holds regular workshops on tea culture and ceramics.
"At Moychay, drinking tea turns into meditation - a moment of silence that lingers long after."
On weekends, the atmosphere changes subtly. The lights dim, the room fills with the aroma of toasted oolong, and visitors chat softly afterward. You leave Moychay lighter, as if you've taken a little trip without leaving town.