Coffee Talks Tea Watches the River

[1]

Dublin, single origin Colombian coffee, notes of soft peach, apricot, sparkling lemon

Coffee keeps asking to be described; tea seems content to sit beside the view. The small question is whether a drink is remembered for its taste or for what gathered around it.

[2]

Xanadu, Belek, a cup of dark coffee on a floral patterned saucer

First, coffee finds its words

The clearest voice belongs to coffee: “single origin Colombian coffee, notes of soft peach, apricot, sparkling lemon” [1]. One cup becomes a sequence, moving from softness to sharpness rather than settling on a single flavour.

[3]

Selectum, Belek, a glass of tea on a table overlooking a river

Tea lets the setting speak

Tea arrives without a tasting note: just a glass on a table, with a river beyond it [2]. The drink recedes and the view becomes the memory.

Coffee keeps changing form

Coffee returns as a visual contrast, dark in the cup against a floral patterned saucer [3]. Later, a saved reference strips cappuccino back to its construction: espresso and steamed milk foam [4]. Coffee has moved from tasted, to seen, to explained.

Tea left one quiet scene beside the water. Coffee kept generating language: flavours, patterns, then a definition.

i bring those moments where it bite me differently

when do you think tea fits better than a coffee?