The soil, the seed that germinates, the little plant that stretches out in the sun.

The cherries, the coffee beans, the roasting, the unmistakable aroma given off by those beans.

The mill that grinds the beans one by one.

That sacred, fragrant, dark powder. The dust of the ancestors. The dust of energy.

The washing, that magical moment when the boiling water touches the dark powder.

That scent that fills the atmosphere. The foam, the unique flavor. Oh! magical coffee that fills me with energy.