I have loved coffee for as long as I can remember, even before I was allowed to drink it. When I was young, my mother would always tell me I was too young for coffee, but that never stopped me from being drawn to it. I loved how it smelled, how the aroma filled the room and felt comforting without even tasting it. Coffee was present long before it was mine.

What stayed with me most was how coffee made me feel. Even then, I could sense the energy around it. The warmth, the quiet buzz, the way it seemed to wake people up and pull them into the moment. When I finally did start drinking it, that feeling became personal. The gentle rush, the heightened awareness, the palpitations that many people dislike. For me, that was the point.

Those sensations made me feel alive. Coffee sharpened my senses and grounded me at the same time. It gave ordinary moments a pulse, a rhythm I learned to enjoy and seek out. That feeling is still what I look for in every cup today.

This is where my love for coffee started. Not with taste notes or techniques, but with feeling. Everything else came after.”