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First out of the garage. Forged in oil-stained mornings, Gasoline is the brew the whole crew runs on. No mythology required, just full ignition the moment it hits the cup.

Cuts through fog. Adds +1 Energy when poured before sunrise.

Lives under the chassis. Grease is the one who shows up at 4am with blackened hands and the only coffee strong enough to keep the lift running. Heavy. Smoked. Unapologetic.

Reduces opposing Smoothness by 1 for the rest of the round.

Deep in the misty forests of the Pacific Northwest, locals speak of a legendary creature that only appears before the dawn. Strong, silent, and caffeinated. Sasquatch doesn't chase trends, he lives off the grid and drinks coffee that hits like a myth.

Known to kick in when you least expect it. Delivers a smooth start with a powerful, long-lasting finish.

Don't let the gold throw you off. Blondie was raised on dirt roads and slow afternoons, sweet on the tongue, sharp in the eye. Drinks light, hits clean, never apologizes.

Adds +1 Smoothness against any Dark Roast opponent.

Built for the long hauls. Turbo is the brew that keeps the throttle pinned past noon, the one your dentist warned you about and your boss thanked you for. Pure forward motion in a cup.

+1 Energy per turn. Loses 1 Smoothness after the third pour.

Stalks the high-altitude forests of Chiapas, where rare arabica grows in the canopy shadow. Silent, balanced, deadly precise. The hunter no one sees coming until the brew lands.

Hits with bright complexity, no roughness. Adds clarity to whatever cup it follows.

Smile first, knife later. Belle hides a steel spine behind a vanilla-hazelnut cloud. Soft to taste, never soft on you. Disarms the room and walks out with the keys.

Smooths over the bitter morning. Adds +1 Smoothness for the rest of the day.

Rides at midnight every October, brewing pumpkin spice that wakes the dead. Strikes once a year, vanishes by November. Blink and you missed the season.

Once-a-year only. Restores energy, adds spice damage, leaves you thinking about it until next fall.

Mixes the Irish Cream pot every March, swearing the recipe came from his grandfather. We do not believe him. We drink it anyway.

Doubles the smooth, halves the bite. Adds a whiskey-warmth aftertaste.

Stole the recipe off a tall ship moored in Old San Juan. Aged it in oak barrels below decks. Never paid for the rum, never apologized. Drink it like you took it from him.

Steals one stat from any other Fuel Deck card you brew next.

Brews on the beach with one foot in the surf. Brazilian beans, coconut cream, and the kind of slow afternoon that never ends. Tiki masks optional. Tropical sunset mandatory.

Slows the morning rush. Adds +1 Smoothness, removes urgency. Use responsibly.

Rides the Caranavi forests of La Paz, where a new generation of Bolivian growers raises beans the way their grandfathers raised cattle. Wild, careful, hand-selected. Rare lot. Rarer still in your cup.

Brewed above 4000 ft. Adds +1 Intensity to whoever picks it up.