
It started with a crash.
Four coffees a day. Wired mornings, anxious afternoons, the 3pm slump — Melissa knew the cycle by heart. Then, on a trip to Japan, someone handed her a bowl of properly made matcha.
Calm and switched on at the same time. No jitters. No crash. The kind of clear-headed energy that makes you wonder what you've been drinking all these years. That feeling has a name in Zen — satori, a sudden awakening. We named the company after it.

