'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Welcome"

Stepping into the store, a calm greeting entered my ear.

The look inside is chic, unlike the image from the exterior. In the store illuminated by warm lighting. And a counter and a smaller table.

The shelves at the back of the counter are separated in multiple ways, with further subdivided bottles of beans lining their compartments. At the bottom of the shelf, the name of the coffee bean, the price around the gram, etc. is written as a criterion.

I can't say much about the price in Japan because I don't know. Coffee beans in this city range from six pieces of copper to less than two pieces of silver in a hundred grams - I convert them to about 3,000 to 10,000 yen.

From what I've seen, there are a dozen types of beans, and the names, unfortunately, are all that I've never heard of.

"Gatomera"

"Belmainte"

"Cristomente"

"Costica"

"Hawikauna"

"Mewka"

"Kilmenja"

Like I've never heard of anything like that.

Yes, it is true that the brand of coffee beans meant the region of origin, not the variety.

Then it is not surprising that the region that produces coffee beans with similar flavours has been replaced by another place name with a similar name, just as Japan is Japan.

And most importantly, is there a fragrant and sweet fragrance characteristic of coffee in the store?

Even me, who usually barely drinks coffee, had this feeling of being tickled around my nose to my stomach.

And I can't be blurry all the time either. I remember why I came here and asked the owner.

"Excuse me. I'm here with an introduction by Sage Ezoensis, it's called Evening Mist."

"Oh. I'm listening to you."

A calm old man nodded with a gentle grin.

Then I, Phil, and Sally move my eyes.

"Hmm. Anything, I'm looking for coffee to mix?

"Yes, I was working on a beverage called a 'cocktail', and I was looking for a coffee that would go well with the potion."

"Potion and hey. I see you're just a guest the lord brings in."

And if you can, I'd like something that's cost effective.

And for now, I didn't say anything, and I waited for the store owner to say something.

But the shopkeeper, with the white thing on his head, stared at me with a slightly more difficult look.

Maybe I said something rude.

"... excuse me. How to say coffee for mixing was a little rude at the coffee shop."

"Yes. Well, of course I think coffee is best enjoyed as it is. I don't want to impose that on people. Customers, too, right?

"That's, yes. I think it's personal freedom to drink alcohol at the end of the day."

Apparently, what this old shopkeeper is thinking is something else.

I waited silently for a moment and the owner opened his mouth when he finally decided what he wanted to talk about.

"I'm just a coffee shop. When I hear about the taste preference of the customer, I can recommend what kind of beans. I don't know that 'cocktail'. So I can't tell you what kind of beans go with it."

"Oh, that's true, isn't it"

The shopkeeper's problem is very obvious.

This is true, for example, of alcohol.

Even if you suddenly say 'sweet please' or something, there are several kinds of that 'sweet'.

Is it creamy, fruity, syrup, or sweet in whiskey?

And to fill that question, the bartender asks questions.

So I decided to wait quietly for the owner's question.

"But from what I've heard, customers don't really like coffee."

"Yeah, I'm ashamed"

"Well, what shall I do?"

I laugh bitterly and wonder how hard I deal with orders.

In this case, the "sweet whiskey" from earlier is even more like the top.

"I would like to drink sweet whiskey, which brand fits the water," I would feel like I asked.

It's harder to find a whiskey that doesn't fit the water, and the ultimate is nothing but asking the person what they like.

For example, if I were you, I would usually ask what brands I drink. If that's not even there, I'll lightly introduce a few King's Roads and ask which brand fits my mouth.

Hmm? So isn't that what shopkeepers want to do?

"Ho. Do you understand? Let me give you an example first. Take a look at the flavor compared to what you drink."

The store owner had a slight grin to match my understanding.

"Up."

"Have you had a little too much to drink?

"No. We were very indulgent"

I can't help but be aware of my stomach, which I'm starting to bring.

The small table in front of me is lined with cups that cross the double digits that I was given to try.

"I wonder how it went. I squeezed the variety and tried it as shallow, medium, deep fry."

To the delightful grin of the shopkeeper, I pointed to one cup as I rebuffed my memory.

"Right. Personally, I liked this' mewka 'thing. The fragrance is gorgeous, and I feel rich."

"Ho. This' meuca 'bean is easy to drink and popularize at the price there. You have quite a tasteful tongue."

I feel intimate with the delightful smile of the shopkeeper.

Probably, but this guy must be just like me. I enjoy getting someone to drink their favorite beverage and ask them what they think.

Otherwise, the lord wouldn't be ready for all the blame for keeping his word up.

For example, the store owner had several types of beans, each of which prepared something that changed the way the fire was put in.

Shallow frying, deep frying, etc., seems to put how much fire in the coffee beans. The shallower the acidity, the deeper the bitterness and richness.

Even with the same beans, the flavor changes funnier in time to put on fire.

Naturally, however, it takes a lot of work to prepare them.

The owner contacted me and deliberately prepared the beans for me to try.

"So, do you want to make a purchase to this' Mewka '?

The shopkeeper smiles and a pleasant grin. If you look so happy, you'll be happier here.

That's why it's a little hard to say.

"Mr. General. If you have something to say, you should be clear."

"Uh..."

It was Phil who picked up my thoughts like that to supplement them.

"Hmm, is that what you want to say?"

"Oh, no. Of course I don't want to complain about that 'mewka'......"

"... something is missing," he said?

Following Phil, the store owner told me to take over my words again.

I just get a little bitter laugh, but it goes on there.

"Yeah, that, yes. It does taste good...... what do you call it, still this is what you say you enjoy the taste of its beans. I feel that every claim to personality is too strong to be used as a cracker for cocktails."

I'm not familiar with coffee. What am I supposed to say? Every bean, yes.

I can tell the difference in the personality and flavour of the beans if I do compare it to drinking it. But they are all completed in one of those types, and they are the protagonists.

I'm not looking for a sidekick.

But you can't find such a presence, like thriving with other actors on stage.

"Then you can mix it"

And where I was having a hard time thinking about it, the shopkeeper said it was fluffy.

"Yes?"

"So, you just have to think about the combination of beans that you think will taste like."

Mix the beans.

Mix the flavors.

Right. That's right.

The idea of blendette whiskey.

"... Indeed. You're right. No, what was bothering me"

Why didn't you come to that idea earlier while resembling coffee to whiskey?

Typically, something called whiskey is often given a name for each distillery.

It may be similar to what coffee beans can be divided into regions.

'Glenfiddick' is what is made at the Glenfiddick distillery.

'Lafroig' for the Lafroig distillery.

If it's a White State distillery, it's like 'White State'.

However, there is a type of whisky called 'blended whisky' which does not bear the name of those distilleries.

Detailed descriptions such as "grain whiskey" and "malt" are discounted, but in short, multiple whiskeys are mixed together to make a single whiskey.

I wondered why you shouldn't do it with coffee, etc. when you said that the existence exists in my head.

"But isn't it hard to think about those combinations?

"Of course it's hard."

The shopkeeper made a clear statement.

That's right. Even globally, how many blended whiskies exist in circulation as a product?

Even whiskey, which is still my specialty, is true.

How hard is it going to be in a coffee where the image of the flavour is not solidified in your head?

I feel like I fell to the bottom of Naruto again soon after I saw a little light on the arrow tip.

That's what the store owner said to me, as a matter of course.

"But the customer seems to have already seen the answer."

"Huh?"

I'm surprised at what the store owner said, and I look at both of them unexpectedly.

When you two see each other,

Phil wandered his gaze slightly in a hurry.

Sally laughed a little, grown-up.