The beans whisper sweet nothings to us. Sometimes they whisper acidic nothings, or quite savoury nothings.

If we listen closely, they will tell us what they need and if we give it to them they will reward us with The Perfect Cup of Coffee.

Every day, I try to hear the beans. Then I rate my efforts.

I’m on the hunt for a six-moon mug. That moment when I have truly known a bean, and bean and human are in perfect harmony.

Why Six Moons?

Originally it was five, but I was getting so many five-moon cups that I realised I’d boxed myself in. So I added an elusive Sixth Moon.

No mug has achieved six moons so far, but more and more are achieving five and half moons.