The Monologue of a Coffee Bean — Geisha
“Once, I was their moonlight — pure and rare. Now, the moon still shines, but no one looks up anymore.” 1. A Name Written in Gold My name is Geisha . Most people think I’m a coffee variety . But the truth is far more complicated — and far more human. In the chronicles of Specialty Coffee , my name is written in bold, shimmering ink across the opening pages. They call me legend , queen , benchmark — a measure of whether a cup of coffee is worthy of the world’s finest tables. At auctions, I’ve set prices that made headlines. My flavor has been called divine : a burst of jasmine, the sweetness of citrus and bergamot, and a tea-like body as smooth as velvet. And yet, tonight, as I gaze up at the stars over a quiet estate in Baoshan, Yunnan, I feel a strange sense of confusion. Is this the same sky that watched over the village of Gesha, Ethiopia, seventy years ago? My name is the same — but I, somehow, am not. 2. The Forest and the Mistake My story began with a beautif...