I woke up to the most inviting aroma, it smells roasted, chocolaty yet with a hint of sweet smokiness, like caramel dancing in the air. It wrapped around me like a warm embrace, teasing my senses before I even opened my eyes. Was it a dream? I rubbed my sleepy eyes, trying to focus. The room was quiet, just me and that irresistible scent filling every corner.
I sat up, my curiosity fully awake before my mind was. What was that? Cake, maybe? Oh, how I hoped it was cake. The scent tugged at me like an invisible thread, and I followed without hesitation. My feet led me straight to the kitchen, drawn by the promise of something delicious.
And there he was, my husband-to-be, standing by the counter, a quiet moment captured in the golden glow of the morning light. The kettle whistled beside him, steam swirling lazily in the air. But he wasn’t baking, no cake in sight. What's the source of that enchanting aroma? The kettle itself? Hmm…I tilted my head, puzzled, watching as he carefully poured something into a mug. His movements were slow, deliberate, almost reverent. I couldn’t help but ask, "What are you making?"
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he turned toward me, his eyes crinkling with a knowing smile. He handed me a warm cup, his fingers brushing against mine. "Sit," he said gently.
I held the mug with both hands, feeling it's comforting warmth. He took his own cup, settled into his favorite spot, and closed his eyes for a brief moment, inhaling deeply. There was something poetic in the way he savored that moment, as if the coffee itself was an experience, not just a drink.
I watched, amused yet intrigued. To me, it was just a cup of tea with an attractive and comforting smell, that's what I felt it was.
"Try it," he said simply.
I hesitated, arching an eyebrow. Was this tea? Some kind of secret family recipe? I wasn’t sure. But I took a cautious sip.
Mmm.
Then another.
Oh.
It was perfect, creamy, slightly sweet, rich, and smooth. Like a warm hug in liquid form. It wasn’t just coffee; it was comfort, it was indulgence, it was… love. I sank back into my seat, letting the taste settle on my tongue. I understand now. This wasn’t just a morning routine for him. It was a ritual, a sacred pause before the chaos of the day began.
That day changed everything. I stole his coffee moments.
Mornings became my sanctuary, a time when I wrapped myself in a soft blanket, coffee in hand, and lost myself in a book. And just like him, I now have my favorite mug, a simple white one, a gift from him when he realized how much I had fallen for our coffee tradition. It’s small, light, and fits perfectly in my hands. I love it. Not just for what it is, but for what it represents.
More than the taste, more than the aroma, coffee became something personal to me. A little moment of peace. A silent message of love. And if you ask me, there is no better way to start your day than with that sweet, lingering aroma of coffee filling the air.
My go-to is this simple, three-in-one top café blend. Quick, creamy, slightly sweet just the way I like it. All it takes is a little hot water, a gentle stir, and voila! Magic in a cup.
It’s not just coffee.
