Roasted beans, hot water, and a little patience turn into something that feels bigger than the sum of its parts. The taste shifts every time; sometimes bright, sometimes heavy, always alive. The ritual matters as much as the drink; measuring, pouring, waiting, that first sip that steadies you. It’s chemistry and comfort sharing the same cup. I love coffee because it connects me to a practice that continues to reach for excellence, and continues reaching even after achieving it.
