I wanted one cup that did both jobs. I could not find it, so I built it.
The morning that broke me was not dramatic. It was a Tuesday. Three cups
of industrial coffee by 11 am and I still could not follow a meeting.
I had tried the mushroom coffees that promised to fix it. They tasted
like soil and left grit on my teeth.
I wanted one cup that did both jobs. Real coffee, single origin,
properly roasted. Real adaptogens, clinically dosed, named individually,
fruiting body only. No tradeoffs.
I could not find it, so I built it. Noble Ritual is what I drink every
morning. It is also what I would hand to a friend who told me they
were tired of being tired.