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"In this world, the only thing we can do is enjoy the coffee while we can." ☕
Coffee in Persian Poetry: Rumi, Hafez, and Bitterness Persian poetry rarely mentions coffee by name. It speaks more often of wine, taverns, cups, and the beloved. But when I drink...
Pour-over as a Ritual: Patience in Motion There’s a reason I reach for my V60 when I want to feel the act of making coffee. It’s not fast. It’s not convenient. But it’s beautiful. P...
My Grandfather’s Copper Dallah and the Smell of Cardamom Some people inherit watches, or books, or old jackets. I inherited a dallah—a long-spouted Arabic coffee pot—tarnished copper, blac...
The Sound of Coffee Brewing at 6AM It’s 6:00 in the morning. The street outside is quiet, not quite awake. The sun hasn’t risen, but the blue hint of dawn touches the edges of the curtains. In th...
Why Anteiku? — Why I Named My Blog After the Quiet Café from Tokyo Ghoul Hello dear readers of Anteiku, Today, I’m finally sharing the reason I chose this name—straight from my heart and...