Cinnamon Vanilla

The note was slipped under the door at exactly 6:03 a.m. No signature, just a message: “Start where the spice burns, end where it soothes.” You knew exactly what it meant. You headed to the kitchen, your fingers brushing against the bag marked Cinnamon Vanilla. With the first sip, the mystery unfolded. Bold cinnamon hit first—warm, vibrant, a little daring. But just as the fire began to build, it softened. A whisper of vanilla, smooth and calming, wrapped itself around the spice like a well-timed reply in a quiet conversation. The blend was perfectly balanced—like opposites falling into step, a story told in flavor. Every cup was a clue, a familiar warmth with something deeper beneath the surface. And then, it clicked. The message wasn’t a warning—it was an invitation. “Start where the spice burns…” the cinnamon.“…end where it soothes.” the vanilla. This wasn’t just coffee. It was a key.To comfort.To dis