But before you go on, let me warn you that these are all fruits of my imagination with some help from the I-don't-know-if-you-could-really-trust-website; Wikipedia, but whatever, so let's continue.
I think there's something most of us don't know about Nostradamus, him being a coffee lover, a coffee addict like no other. He traveled to Ethiopia to search for the exact location of the shrubs where the goats first discovered it. There's also a story of a faith healer who used coffee in his healing techniques.. also from Ethiopia. Because ever since that discovery, reading that from the local library; Nostradamus have been dreaming of the goats, imagining how energetic and excited and playful they must be over each other.
And he thought he must go to where it started, for the hope of gaining the same power the goats had. With all his predictions and the crazy imaginations he had, he needs that kind of energy to absorb them all and put them into writings. That's the least he could do to mankind (he thought).
When he got to Ethiopia, the search of the goats' shrub was unsuccessful. The goats must have gone so addicted to it they ate the whole shrub, or they predicted Nostradamus will come. Either way, he's in a very nice place, he thought why not just enjoy the view while writing down the futures of the world.
So he was lying down on his hammock, taking notes of his predictions, when he smelled something really nice out of nowhere. He knows this smell. He knows this aroma, but it's more fragrant than the usual, and it excites him. He followed it until it faded.. opened his eyes and noticed he's just a step close to death. Apparently, the smell took him to the cliff. But it's also his fault not being careful, knowing that his hammock is just a few meters away from it.
From then on, he'd been imagining himself sipping the coffee with the same aroma he imaginatively smelled which almost killed him. He didn't notice, he's been writing down his dream of having the finest cup of coffee; frothy and/or whipped, together with his favorite cake.
Do you still want to know the story?
This establishment he imagined to serve the best of its kind. The star of all coffee, which he called StarCoffee.. but he realized it sounds lame, super lame, so he erased the thought, packed his things to search for inspiration. His feet brought him to the river.. the longest river he had ever seen. He got tired of staring at it and realized he hasn't eaten for days. Eager to feed his growling stomach, he immediately created a spear out of a bamboo stick and dived in the water. He was hungry but he chose his target; he wants the bigger fish. He had caught one but he thought it's not big enough so he went back to the water and stroke a pose like how Chuck Noland did it.
Eagerly waiting for his second target, he then smelled it again. That same aroma he smelled from the top of the mountain. The smell got stronger, but he hasn't moved from his position. It's approaching. Then a fine lady emerged from the lake.. and the rest is history.
