Mud. Either your coffee or your cup. Here it’s both.
A third space inside Ceramic Cube, Doha.
Mud Cup grew from the same place Ceramic Cube did, a belief that working with your hands makes you slow down.
The name is the material. Mud is where clay begins, and where the cup begins.
It is warmer and more personal than the Cube brands, and that is on purpose. A cafe connected to the world of clay without being defined by it.
A warm and welcoming place where coffee and craftsmanship come together.
Home is the first place. Work is the second. This is the third.
You come to sit, to meet someone, to talk, to slow down. The coffee is the excuse.
Nobody is rushed out and nobody is sold to.
Sit
Stay as long as you like.
Meet
Meet someone halfway.
Talk
Talk. The coffee can wait.
There are no shelves. Pieces sit where they would sit at home. A cup on the table, a vase on the side stand, a planter in the corner with a big indoor plant.
Every cup you drink from was made in the studio next door, and every one is for sale. If something feels right in your hand, you can take it home.
You have to walk around to find it, because nothing is pushed at you.
The cafe sells the pottery without selling.
Mud is slang for thick coffee. Mud is also where clay begins.
Mud
raw earth
Clay
prepared
Cotta
fired
Ceramic
finished
Cherry
picked ripe
Bean
dried and hulled
Roast
heated until brown
Grind
ground before brewing
Two journeys. Both end in the cup in your hand.
Mud Cup sits inside the Ceramic Cube studio. In the same space, Ceramic Cube runs pottery workshops, sells clay and tools, and keeps a community of makers.
a Ceramic Cube space