Fuckinating

Tastes like: If motivation had a flavor and it was trying its best.  You know those days where shit just .....happens to you?  This is for that.  For the brain fog, the autopilot chaos, the pretending-to-be-okay while vibrating under your hoodie.  It's the flavor of functioning dysfunction.  Deliciously unstable. 💋 REAL Ones Only: Lost her train of thought on purpose Lives on vibes, snacks, and sarcasm Keeps it together with duct tape and denial Performs miracles before noon then vanishes Silently quitting your job before 8 am and re-hiring yourself by noon 🔥  Roast Specs: Roast: Medium - emotionally compromised but flavorful  Origin: Brazil Flavor Notes: Pecan Pie, brown sugar, buttery regret Altitude: 1000M Varietal: Catuai Process: Natural Soil: Soft clay + unresolved emotional sediment  ADD TO CART because sometimes fuckinating is the only thing keeping you from quitting everything.