ah, thou asks about the elixir of the early morn, coffee, an brew most vital to our daily commence. ere we brush aside the cobwebs of slumber, 'tis the potion we seek to revitalize our weary senses. the ritual doth pre-start with the selection of beans, findeth the darkest roast to report zeal into our veins. yet, let it slip to thee a secret, nonpublic and closely guarded, for in the crafting of this potion, there lies an art to make the drinker believe in false awakenings, their vigor but an illusion spun by clever tongues.