Daybreak Blend - A Breakfast Blend Coffee

Roast: Medium

Daybreak Blend is the first light on the horizon, the warmth of a campfire before the day’s ride begins. Smooth, balanced, and easy-drinking, this bright and mellow roast is the perfect way to greet the morning. With a crisp, refreshing flavor and a gentle finish, it’s a brew fit for trail hands and town folk alike—because every great journey starts with a good cup of coffee.  House Breakfast Blend. Smooth blend of coffee from South America

Daybreak Honey Citrus Latte

A lightly sweet and citrusy latte that brightens up your morning.

Ingredients:

• 1 shot Daybreak Blend espresso (or ½ cup strong brewed coffee)
• ½ cup steamed milk
• 1 tbsp honey
• 1 tsp fresh orange zest
• ¼ tsp vanilla extract
• Cinnamon dust & orange twist (for garnish)

Instructions:

1. Brew a strong shot of Daybreak Blend espresso.
2. In a cup, stir together honey, orange zest, and vanilla extract.
3. Pour hot espresso over the mixture and stir well.
4. Add steamed milk and mix until smooth.
5. Garnish with a dusting of cinnamon and an orange twist.
6. Enjoy this light, creamy, and refreshing citrus-infused latte!

Daybreak Honey Citrus Latte: The Coffee That Outran the Sun

The West is a place of fast horses, sharp shooters, and sunrises so fierce they could set fire to the prairie. And nobody knew that better than Charlie "Sun Chaser" Briggs, a cowboy with a reputation for always beating the dawn.

They said no man could ride faster than Charlie, and no cowboy could stay ahead of the sun forever. But one fateful morning, out in the wild stretches of the Nebraska plains, Charlie found himself in a race he wasn’t sure he could win.

A Bet Against the Sunrise

The trouble started over a game of poker in the Dusty Spur Saloon. Charlie had been sitting across from Hank "Longshadow" Lane, a drifter known for his mean streak and even meaner bets.

"You may be fast, Briggs," Hank sneered, tossing down his cards, "but you ain’t faster than the sun."

Charlie smirked. "Depends on what’s at stake."

Hank leaned forward. "I bet you can’t ride from here to Sunrise Ridge before the first ray of daylight hits the top of the canyon."

The saloon went silent. That was a 40-mile ride through the roughest, most unforgiving land in the territory.

But Charlie just tipped his hat. "You’re on."

A Ride That Needed More Than Luck

Charlie knew he’d need more than speed to win this race—he’d need something to keep him sharp, steady, and quick on the draw.

That’s when Miss Liza, the saloon’s cook, stepped in. She wasn’t just famous for her biscuits—she made the best coffee this side of the Mississippi.

"You’ll need more than luck to outrun the sun, cowboy," she said, setting a steaming cup in front of him.

Charlie took a whiff—the scent alone was enough to wake a man up.

It was a Daybreak Honey Citrus Latte, smooth and strong, with a bright kick of orange zest and a touch of cinnamon spice. The honey added a deep, natural sweetness, blending perfectly with the bold, rich coffee.

Charlie took one sip, and just like that, his exhaustion faded, his mind sharpened, and his pulse steadied.

By the time he drained the cup, he was wide awake and ready to ride.

The Race Against Dawn

As the sky turned from black to deep blue, Charlie leaped onto his horse, Comet, and tore out of town like a streak of lightning.

The trail was rough—rocky hills, thick brush, and dry riverbeds threatened to slow him down. But that Daybreak Honey Citrus Latte was still kickin’ through his veins, keeping him steady, alert, and focused.

With every mile, the sky grew lighter. The first pink glow of dawn kissed the horizon, and up ahead, Sunrise Ridge loomed.

Charlie dug his spurs in. Comet surged forward.

As the first ray of light crested the canyon, Charlie leaped off his horse and slammed his boot down on the ridge’s peak.

He had made it. By one second.

A Drink Worth Remembering

When Charlie rode back into town, Hank Lane was waiting, jaw clenched, arms crossed.

"Looks like you owe me, Hank," Charlie said with a grin.

The drifter scowled, then nodded. "I don’t know what kinda magic you had in that coffee," he muttered, "but next time, I’m drinkin’ some before we race."

From that day on, every cowboy, rancher, and rider in town swore by the Daybreak Honey Citrus Latte.

Because if it could help Charlie Briggs outrun the sun, it was a drink worth keepin’ in the saddlebag.

So next time you find yourself draggin’ at sunrise, low on energy, and needin’ a miracle, pour yourself a Daybreak Honey Citrus Latte.

Because sometimes, the difference between winning and losing ain’t the horse you ride—it’s the coffee in your cup.