I went down to the store this morning (even though I was supposed to have today off) because there was a coffee in the roastery that I wanted to taste. It’s a natural Ethiopian, the first fresh Ethiopian crop I’ve had access to in a while. When I sniffed the bag the green beans arrived in (they were vacuum-packed in foil) it smelled like fresh grass and garden peas – sweet, starchy and wholesome.
I missed the first roast of that coffee yesterday. I missed the drop and the burst of fragrant vapor that fills the roastery when the beans are emptied into the cooling bin. I did get to smell the beans a few moments after they’d been roasted, though. The smell was muted, like most super-fresh coffee tends to be, but I could pick up promising sweet and floral notes.
I cupped it yesterday afternoon, a few hours after it had been roasted. The gas sat like a bubble on my tongue, but even still I could detect fructose sweetness, the promise of cherry. I couldn’t wait to get up this morning and taste it again. So this morning I did. Hauled my butt out of bed, rolled into yesterday’s clothes and trudged down to the shop. And there I cupped the coffee again.
Maybe it was just that I had my favorite Neil Young album on the noisebox. Maybe it was the peace and quiet of an industrial space still in bed. Maybe it was the fifty pairs of hands that cared for the coffee before I got it. Whatever the case, the coffee was stunning; Fresh cherries, creamy body, and an effervescent, delicate finish. And it’s not even peaking yet. I could still taste the CO2 muffling the other flavors.
I can’t wait for tomorrow because tomorrow I get to cup that coffee again. Time will have pulled the veil from the flavors. Tomorrow it will be perfect.
Pee Ess: This coffee isn’t on the board just yet. It’s coming up soon, though, so keep your eyes open, and don’t hesitate to ask if it’s available yet.