Scrollytelling · timeline rail
Concept: the rail is your position in the story — it fills, and each year lights the moment you reach it.
Our journey
A folding table, a cooler of hand-steeped tea, and a line that wrapped the farmers-market corner by nine a.m.
Forty square metres on Cedar Street. We kept the cart out front — regulars still asked for it by name.
A back-room drum roaster and a standing rule: nothing leaves the counter that we wouldn't drink standing up.
Same leaf, same ice ratio, three doors. The playbook fit on one laminated card — and it still does.
A decade in, every cup is still cut to your sweetness and shaken cold. The rail you just scrolled is the whole story.
End of the rail
Everything past the timeline is where the other moves live.