Coffee Story: Red Fruit Punch fermented without oxygen.

A desert oasis is not just a place of rest for weary travelers and merchants; it is a sanctuary for the soul. But the oasis I explored today was different. As I stepped onto the wooden path, I felt as though I was entering a world shrouded in mystery, a place untouched by the outside world for thousands of years.

The clothes worn by the people there were unlike any I had ever seen before. They were influenced by the rich and vibrant culture of Islam, a culture that was perfectly suited to the harsh desert climate. In one corner of the oasis, a long, curved sword stood tall and proud. It was not a weapon of threat, but a symbol of appreciation for the beauty of life. The people there valued peace above all else, which is why they shook hands with their right hand, the same hand that held the knife.

As I looked around, I saw a group of men and women lying sideways in the shade of a white awning. They were sipping Red Fruit Punch and chatting softly, their voices blending seamlessly with the rhythm of the breeze. The coffee they drank was not like any coffee I had tasted before. It was rich and fragrant, with a unique aroma that was perfectly suited to the mysterious oasis empire.

At that moment, I felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over me. I realized that this oasis was not just a place of rest, but a haven for the soul. It was a place where time seemed to stand still, where the outside world ceased to exist, and where the beauty of life was cherished above all else. And as I left that magical place, I knew that I would carry its memory with me forever.

- from De Art Coffee, a neighborhood hangout cafe