All 189 drinks, straight from the game — 20 of them seasonal, rotating with the real-world season. Every one is crafted by hand at your counter.
🍂 Seasonal drinks only appear during their real-world season — the Seasonal Shelf physically rotates in-game.
58 collectible origins across 15 region sets. Beans drop only on drinks you serve yourself — complete a set for +2% earnings, forever — every set stacks.
“The dependable classic — caramel and soft citrus.”
“Nutty, chocolatey, the backbone of a thousand blends.”
“Grown in volcano shadow — smoky cocoa depth.”
“Bright, clean, honeyed — mountain-morning coffee.”
“Silky red-fruit sweetness from a thousand hills.”
“The birthplace of coffee — jasmine and lemon zest.”
“One round bean per cherry, twice the brightness.”
“Big, bold blackcurrant — the auction-house favorite.”
“So iconic they named the drink after the island.”
“Twice the caffeine, zero apologies.”
“Earthy, syrupy, unmistakably wild.”
“Hand-carried down mountain trails to the coast.”
“Island sunshine in a cup — smooth as sea glass.”
“The world's most counterfeited coffee. This one's real.”
“Auction-record bean — bergamot, papaya, disbelief.”
“Grown on Napoleon's exile island. He approved.”
“Glows faintly. Baristas whisper about it.”
“Only roasts under a full moon. Tastes like starlight.”
“Tiny wild beans from volcanic slopes — bright as a beach morning.”
“Shade-grown between temple terraces and orange groves.”
“The old-world island classic — velvet body, no sharp edges.”
“The lost island varietal kings once hoarded. Found again.”
“Sweet caramel calm from cloud-forest farms.”
“Elephant beans — huge, mellow, impossibly smooth.”
“The big bold cross with a fruit-punch finish.”
“High-mountain softness with a chocolate nightcap.”
“Beans weathered by monsoon winds — mellow, husky, rain-kissed.”
“From misty tea mountains that quietly grow coffee too.”
“Grown in the shadow of the roof of the world.”
“Hill-tribe grown on a single mountain — small harvest, huge heart.”
“From the jungle's edge — soft nut, ripe apple, a long warm finish.”
“Tiny hillside plots, washed clean — red berry and brown sugar.”
“The original mocha, from terraces older than the word.”
“Grown beside the tortoises, on an island that has never once hurried.”
“From the valley they call long-lived — gentle, clean, in no hurry at all.”
“Grown under the Mountains of the Moon, where the mist never quite lifts.”
“Cloud-forest smallholdings, picked by hand — the roaster's quiet favourite.”
“The island hybrid that saved the crop, from terraces most maps forget.”
“Off the plateau by truck, then river, then truck again. It always turns up.”
“Packed in the highlands and carried down in lots big enough to lean on.”
“Hard to get hold of, worth the paperwork, gone the day it lands.”
“Crosses a lake by boat before it ever meets a road. Nothing about it is easy.”
“Grown on sunny slopes above the sea. Sweet, soft, and happy to sit a while.”
“From quiet hill farms where mornings start slow and the sun finds every window.”
“Mellow mountain-town coffee, warm as a sunbeam you could curl up in.”
“A tiny harvest from misty tea hills. Sip it slowly; someone is napping on the sill.”
“From the pine forests of the Massif. A harvest so small the sacks are counted, not weighed.”
“Strong and dark, grown high in the Cordillera. The kind of coffee a strongbox was built for.”
“Bright and floral from the hills above the lake. Nobody outside Mzuzu is supposed to have this.”
“The lot from the far side of the world. Sweet, clean, and worth every bar of gold it sits beside.”
“Grown on a rainy volcano island and hulled while the beans are still damp. Deep, earthy and cosy as a blanket.”
“Washed clean in mountain water after the summer rains. Soft, sweet and gentle as a drizzle on the window.”
“From a misty hillside farm on an island where it rains most afternoons. Rich, round, and worth waiting for the clouds to clear.”
“A tiny harvest from the monsoon hills, where coffee grew before the tea did. Two rainy seasons in every cup.”
“Grown on an island where half the animals wake up at dusk. Sweet and gentle, with the mouse lemurs keeping watch over the cherries all night.”
“From the Eastern Highlands, where the nights turn cold enough to see your breath. The chill is what makes it sweet.”
“Europe's only coffee, from a valley on islands that keep their lights low so the stars show. Soft, sweet, and a little bit starlit.”
“A tiny harvest from an island with its own night-light: a volcano that glows all night above the farms. Bold, bright, and wide awake.”
📦 A RARE SHIPMENT lands every 10 minutes on a visible countdown. Duplicate beans can be gifted to Roblox friends — 5 a day.
