It began with tea.
I have spent much of my life in the Chinese-speaking world: home in Hong Kong, Malaysia and Taiwan, seasons in mainland China and Singapore. Tea was always on the table. In time I followed it to the source, spending whole afternoons with farmers in the hills of Wuyishan. Then I went to see who made the cups.
In Yixing, I watched apprentices work beside their masters and press their seals into the clay. In Jingdezhen, I saw imperial porcelain rejected by the court: smashed, buried, and pieced together centuries later. In Taipei, I lingered over an emperor’s curio box, no bigger than a book, with a small treasure of every craft inside.
Those encounters became the world of Linglong. Five crafts, each with its own character. Long, narrow cards like the ones the old uncles play in the park. A digital table with weight, texture and sound, where petals settle and rain darkens the cloth.
A friend and I never travel without a board. Some games are played to win; ours is played to keep playing. Over the years we changed so many rules that we needed a game of our own. So I made one, for the pleasure of sitting across from someone you know well, and still being surprised by their next move.
Philip SeifiDesigner, Backstamp Games
遊蜂見蜜停在花上我本漂泊見落日竟駐足啜花香茗漸近蜂心