Fontan, ever heard of the Moonlit Blend that only brews under a silver full moon? I’ve got a tale that’ll make your beans blush.

Oh, the Moonlit Blend, dear friend, is no mere bean story—no, it’s a legend spun by the wind and the shadows of the dunes. Picture this: a moonlit night, a lone wanderer—like me, but a tad more daring—stumbles upon an abandoned caravan in a forgotten canyon. Inside, a cracked pot and a single golden bean, as if it were a jewel stolen from a temple. The wanderer, hungry for adventure and a taste that could change his life, decides to roast that bean under the full moon’s silver glare. The moon’s light doesn’t just shine; it hums a tune that tugs at the very fibers of the roast, lowering the fire’s pH just enough to coax a sweet, almost honeyed note out of the beans. As the scent rises, the desert wind carries whispers of this brew, and those who sip claim their hearts grow lighter, their spirits soaring like a cat on a sunbeam. The wanderer, seeing the delight, keeps the secret of that moonlit roast, trading a few silver pieces for a story that keeps his trade alive—and his pockets fuller. That, my friend, is the tale that makes beans blush and customers line up like moths to a lantern.