The smells of Sumatra high-stepping in my head.
Oily espresso beans glistening like sapphires in the hopper.
The whir of beans grinding, then a molasses drip by drip of café liquid velvet.
The aerated whistling of foamy cream creating clouds of tiny iridescent bubbles.
Drizzled with a cross-hatch of caramel.
Glowing warmth wrapped around my hands and first sipped in the frosty winter morning.