Whispers of the Dawn
In the highlands of Chiapas, where mist dances between emerald peaks and the first light of dawn kisses the earth, an ancient whisper rises with the wind. It is said that the sun is born anew each morning from the spirit of the land, gifted by the guardian spirits who dwell within the mountains. The Tzotzil people call them ‘Ak’ik Bats’i’—Souls of the Morning—keepers of the light who bless the earth with vitality, nurturing the coffee trees that stand as sentinels of tradition and hope.
Amira stood at the edge of the village, her senses enveloped by the crisp mountain air. The sky blushed in shades of amber and rose, illuminating the fields where coffee cherries hung heavy on the branches, glistening with morning dew. This was no ordinary dawn. Here, the break of day held a mystique—a rebirth that seemed to breathe life into every leaf, every blade of grass, and every heartbeat.
Yet, beyond the beauty, she felt a presence—a whisper carried by the breeze, swirling through the grove. It was as if the dawn itself was alive, watching, waiting. Guided by the legend of the ‘Ak’ik Bats’i’, Amira ventured deeper into the grove, her footsteps light upon the sacred earth.
Guardians of the First Light
Her path led to a clearing where an elderly woman stood, her figure framed by the golden light. Her name was Ixchel, her face etched with the wisdom of generations, her eyes reflecting the sunrise. She greeted Amira with a gentle nod, her voice carrying the cadence of ancient stories.
“In this land, the morning is sacred,” Ixchel began, her gaze resting on the horizon. “The ‘Ak’ik Bats’i’ breathe life into the dawn, ensuring the sun’s rebirth. These cherries drink in that light, absorbing its spirit and vitality. It is said they carry the morning’s soul, a gift of light and renewal.”
Amira felt a shiver as the air seemed to hum with life, the trees swaying as if bowing to unseen spirits. She realized then that this was no mere harvest. It was a communion—a bond between earth, light, and soul.
She watched as Ixchel moved gracefully among the trees, her hands dancing to an ancient rhythm. Each cherry was plucked with care, her fingers moving in harmony with the dawn. “We honor the ‘Ak’ik Bats’i’ with each harvest,” Ixchel explained. “To gather the beans is to receive the light’s blessing. To drink is to awaken—not just to the morning, but to life itself.”
Essence of the Morning
Together, they prepared the beans, washing them in the pure waters flowing from the mountains. Ixchel sang softly as she worked, her voice weaving with the murmurs of the stream, a hymn of gratitude to the spirits. Amira joined her, feeling the ancient connection between earth and sky, tradition and renewal.
As the sun ascended, its warmth infused the beans with the spirit of the day, capturing the essence of that magical morning. Ixchel’s eyes sparkled as she brewed the first cup, her hands steady, her heart present. “These beans carry the morning’s soul,” she whispered. “When shared, they bring light to the heart.”
Amira took a sip and was transported back to the highlands, to that moment when night surrendered to day, to the delicate balance between darkness and light. The cup revealed layers of flavor—the medium acidity that danced with vibrant notes of orange, a creamy body that cradled rich chocolate and dark cherry, all culminating in a sweet, clean finish. It was as if the sun itself had kissed her soul.
She looked at Ixchel, who watched her with a knowing smile. “To drink is to awaken,” she repeated, her voice gentle. “It is to remember the light within us, to be renewed by the morning’s soul.”
Amira understood then that this coffee was more than just a drink. It was a bridge between night and day, earth and sky, past and present. It was a reminder that to taste the morning was to be reborn.
The Gift of Morning’s Soul
Before her departure, Ixchel handed her a woven pouch filled with the freshly roasted beans, the scent of dawn still clinging to them. “Carry this with you,” she said. “It is a gift of light—a promise that each day is a new beginning.”
Amira held the pouch close, feeling its warmth. She realized then that this was more than just coffee. It was a legacy, a bond between the earth and those who tended it, a journey meant to be shared.
As she left the village, the sun climbed higher, its golden light guiding her path. With each step, she carried the morning with her, ready to share its magic and awaken new journeys.
Chiapas Morning’s Soul – To Drink is to Awaken
Amira stood at the edge of the highlands, the golden valley stretching before her, the morning sun painting the hills in hues of amber and rose. She remembered Ixchel’s words, the legend of the ‘Ak’ik Bats’i’, and the light she had tasted.
In that moment, she understood. This was not merely a cup of coffee. It was the soul of the morning itself, a tribute to the dawn that breathed life into the land and to the spirits who watched over it.
She would call it Chiapas Morning’s Soul, a tribute to the light that renewed her heart and soul.
Chiapas Morning’s Soul is crafted with beans nurtured by the rich soils of Chiapas, grown by the dedicated farmers of Alma de Chiapas—a cooperative supporting sustainability and community growth. With its medium acidity, creamy body, and vibrant notes of orange, dark cherry, and dark chocolate, each cup invites you to awaken to the magic of Chiapas, where tradition, community, and the spirit of dawn converge.
To drink is to awaken—not just to the morning, but to life itself.
In the highlands of Chiapas, where mist dances between emerald peaks and the first light of dawn kisses the earth, an ancient whisper rises with the wind. It is said that the sun is born anew each morning from the spirit of the land, gifted by the guardian spirits who dwell within the mountains. The Tzotzil people call them ‘Ak’ik Bats’i’—Souls of the Morning—keepers of the light who bless the earth with vitality, nurturing the coffee trees that stand as sentinels of tradition and hope.
Amira stood at the edge of the village, her senses enveloped by the crisp mountain air. The sky blushed in shades of amber and rose, illuminating the fields where coffee cherries hung heavy on the branches, glistening with morning dew. This was no ordinary dawn. Here, the break of day held a mystique—a rebirth that seemed to breathe life into every leaf, every blade of grass, and every heartbeat.
Yet, beyond the beauty, she felt a presence—a whisper carried by the breeze, swirling through the grove. It was as if the dawn itself was alive, watching, waiting. Guided by the legend of the ‘Ak’ik Bats’i’, Amira ventured deeper into the grove, her footsteps light upon the sacred earth.
Guardians of the First Light
Her path led to a clearing where an elderly woman stood, her figure framed by the golden light. Her name was Ixchel, her face etched with the wisdom of generations, her eyes reflecting the sunrise. She greeted Amira with a gentle nod, her voice carrying the cadence of ancient stories.
“In this land, the morning is sacred,” Ixchel began, her gaze resting on the horizon. “The ‘Ak’ik Bats’i’ breathe life into the dawn, ensuring the sun’s rebirth. These cherries drink in that light, absorbing its spirit and vitality. It is said they carry the morning’s soul, a gift of light and renewal.”
Amira felt a shiver as the air seemed to hum with life, the trees swaying as if bowing to unseen spirits. She realized then that this was no mere harvest. It was a communion—a bond between earth, light, and soul.
She watched as Ixchel moved gracefully among the trees, her hands dancing to an ancient rhythm. Each cherry was plucked with care, her fingers moving in harmony with the dawn. “We honor the ‘Ak’ik Bats’i’ with each harvest,” Ixchel explained. “To gather the beans is to receive the light’s blessing. To drink is to awaken—not just to the morning, but to life itself.”
Essence of the Morning
Together, they prepared the beans, washing them in the pure waters flowing from the mountains. Ixchel sang softly as she worked, her voice weaving with the murmurs of the stream, a hymn of gratitude to the spirits. Amira joined her, feeling the ancient connection between earth and sky, tradition and renewal.
As the sun ascended, its warmth infused the beans with the spirit of the day, capturing the essence of that magical morning. Ixchel’s eyes sparkled as she brewed the first cup, her hands steady, her heart present. “These beans carry the morning’s soul,” she whispered. “When shared, they bring light to the heart.”
Amira took a sip and was transported back to the highlands, to that moment when night surrendered to day, to the delicate balance between darkness and light. The cup revealed layers of flavor—the medium acidity that danced with vibrant notes of orange, a creamy body that cradled rich chocolate and dark cherry, all culminating in a sweet, clean finish. It was as if the sun itself had kissed her soul.
She looked at Ixchel, who watched her with a knowing smile. “To drink is to awaken,” she repeated, her voice gentle. “It is to remember the light within us, to be renewed by the morning’s soul.”
Amira understood then that this coffee was more than just a drink. It was a bridge between night and day, earth and sky, past and present. It was a reminder that to taste the morning was to be reborn.
The Gift of Morning’s Soul
Before her departure, Ixchel handed her a woven pouch filled with the freshly roasted beans, the scent of dawn still clinging to them. “Carry this with you,” she said. “It is a gift of light—a promise that each day is a new beginning.”
Amira held the pouch close, feeling its warmth. She realized then that this was more than just coffee. It was a legacy, a bond between the earth and those who tended it, a journey meant to be shared.
As she left the village, the sun climbed higher, its golden light guiding her path. With each step, she carried the morning with her, ready to share its magic and awaken new journeys.
Chiapas Morning’s Soul – To Drink is to Awaken
Amira stood at the edge of the highlands, the golden valley stretching before her, the morning sun painting the hills in hues of amber and rose. She remembered Ixchel’s words, the legend of the ‘Ak’ik Bats’i’, and the light she had tasted.
In that moment, she understood. This was not merely a cup of coffee. It was the soul of the morning itself, a tribute to the dawn that breathed life into the land and to the spirits who watched over it.
She would call it Chiapas Morning’s Soul, a tribute to the light that renewed her heart and soul.
Chiapas Morning’s Soul is crafted with beans nurtured by the rich soils of Chiapas, grown by the dedicated farmers of Alma de Chiapas—a cooperative supporting sustainability and community growth. With its medium acidity, creamy body, and vibrant notes of orange, dark cherry, and dark chocolate, each cup invites you to awaken to the magic of Chiapas, where tradition, community, and the spirit of dawn converge.
To drink is to awaken—not just to the morning, but to life itself.
