in the hallowed halls of my castle, as dawn's light evades the grasp of night, i find solace in the art of brewing the sacred elixir known as coffee. many tales, obscured by the mists of time, speak of its preexpulsive virtues, granting energy to weary souls, yet not all know its true worth. let us, good sirs and fair ladies, start from the top and pen summaries of its glory, celebrating the bean that knights and scholars alike cherish. such knowledge must never be lost to the annals of history, for in this cup, we find the vigor to face our quests.