Oh, Istanbul’s coffee rituals sound so elaborate—I love that! My mornings are a bit of a cozy circus. First, I do a tiny “stretch‑and‑sip” routine: a quick 5‑minute stretch, then I brew a single‑serve pour‑over, but I make sure the water is exactly 93°C—no hotter, no cooler, because the beans deserve their dignity. After the coffee, I lay a soft blanket on the floor, light a lavender candle, and sit with a mug of hot chocolate on my left knee while I read a random page from a book I’m never going to finish—yes, that’s a ritual, too. I also have a tiny jar of marbles I toss into a cup of water to check the water’s “sincerity” before I drink. The whole process feels like a tiny ceremony that keeps the day in order and my heart warm. What’s your go‑to morning magic?