Morning Coffee Cravings




Morning Coffee Cravings


Every morning I awake my special mug ready
for my first coffee I will make.

My drinking routine is the same every day.
A spoon full of coffee, two sugars and a
drop of cream, just the thing I need so I
get on my way.


The sweet smell of cinnamon fills my
senses, with subtle notes of sugar and
cinnamon. it sends my mind into coffee
heaven, a place my memory supresses.


Every time I open the jar, the aroma of
the coffee bean sends me into a delirium,
raptures of harvested berries sends my
head into a place really far.


I get these morning coffee cravings, they
send me into hyper - space, I get an instant
caffeine hit, and it gets me wired for the day.

A natural remedy, to get me completely of my
face.

Every day, I try a different blend. Delicious
flavours fresh from Beanies flavoured coffees
that are now a major trend.


I woke up the day before, as I was in the middle
of a really bizarre dream.
I had the craving for Beanies Irish cream.


At night time I relax on my sofa, with a mug of
Leonardo Decappiccino, and a drop of Cinzano
Bianco in a mug shaped like a Lambretta.

Just tell me. what could be better ?


Out of Beanies collection, there is one I would
really like to try.
Your Amaretto Almond. It looks nice enough to
drive my taste buds potty. Just one mug full
of this jar of heaven, so I can drink it with
my Biscotti.




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