Fog at dawn touches the barley grass and chirping birds start your day. No sooner has the blazing sun of noon
turned the fruits red than the darkness of night descends. We are alive in this time, a time that waits for no one.
Everyday life seems to be the same, and the opportunity to change our life seems to be out of our grasp.
We don¡¯t get to express what we actually want. Nevertheless, a small cup in your hand
will always be to your taste. Drinks, small but deep, tell our stories.