It’s coffee, the name is black cinnamon.
I’ve been a coffee drinker since I started working as a designer. Probably because of all the late nights and overtime—when I was younger, it helped me stay awake longer. Now that I’m older (I think), coffee doesn’t really boost my stamina the way it used to. Still, there’s something about having a cup of coffee while working that feels just right. It’s a small joy, a ritual that makes everything feel complete.
Now that I visit cafés more often, I’ve tried a lot of different coffee. But all these trendy milk-based variations don’t really interest me. They also mess with my stomach acid. I like my coffee pure—Americano, long black, or anything as long as it’s black, no milk, no cream.
Recently, I tried black cinnamon coffee from a café near my child’s school. I started going there while working and waiting for school to finish. At first, I thought it was just black coffee with sugar and a sprinkle of cinnamon. But it turned out to be so much better than I expected. I even tried Googling the recipe to make it myself, but nothing quite matches the taste of the one from that café.
Now, it has become my favorite drink—my favorite coffee.