Seven letters. Seven eras.
Each year, one letter wakes up and takes over what Qissaré means. The rest are still roasting — we won't spoil them for you.
Q — Qissa · story
Every beginning needs one. This is the year the café learns to speak.
The Journal
Two years before the first cup, the making itself becomes the story. Entries unlock as they happen — no renders of promises, only the real mess.
The Name
RevealedWhy Qissaré exists — and why it had to start with a Q.
Finding the Place
UnfoldingSomewhere in India, a room is waiting without knowing it. We're narrowing it down to one city.
Revealing the Menu
SealedOne page at a time. Drinks with names you'll argue about, and a few we're still tasting.
Your Suggestions
SealedYes, we want your help. Which drink, which chair, which song — you'll decide more than you think.
First Sketch
SealedPencil on paper. Roof lines, a terrace, too many plants.
Building Begins
SealedDust, timber, copper, and a great deal of patience.
First Cup
SealedThe one we'll photograph before we serve anyone.
Finally, The Doors Open
SealedThe chapter we've all been waiting for. You'll be the first to know the date.
New entries appear when they happen — not on a schedule.
Look closer.
Some objects in Qissaré speak. Five of them are already hidden — and one bean in the roaster never turned dark.
The golden bean lives in the cooling tray. Scroll back up if you missed it.
2028
We're taking our time.
Good stories shouldn't be rushed — and neither should a roast.
When we're three months out, this replaces itself with a real countdown.