The Ani is the one I made for myself.
Between shifts, when the boutique was quiet and the white mocha jar was almost empty, I built her out of what was left. Oat milk because the heavier dairies hid the cold foam. Honey lilikoʻi from an Oʻahu beekeeper a friend put me in touch with. The first time I poured it I had no plan to put it on the board.
Then a regular ordered it. Then another. By the end of the month she had her own line.
She’s iced. She’s golden. She tastes like the morning after a good day.
— Ani
