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I happened upon the Aram guys at the Brazil coffee booth at the Specialty Coffee Expo last year, and I thought it was a grinder. But they made me an espresso with it and I was duly impressed. So I bought...
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Rose Water Green is a very unusual green tea, produced in Taiwan, at our request. It’s produced from the Jin Xuan variety, which is normally used for oolong teas and not green. This tea was picked and quickly but gently...
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This is my go-to everyday dish towel. I love it. The DoubleShot icon in white and gold on a quality black cotton towel. I even had a custom tag made with the DoubleShot logo stitched into the seam on the...
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I'm fairly handy with wood, but my stuff is crude, rustic, functional. My friend Paul, on the other hand, creates art pieces out of wood. These spreaders are one of his special projects. Since we started the DoubleShot bread program,...
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I'm a man of infinite details. I love quality design. And being so intimately involved in coffee, my daily coffee rituals are of ultimate importance. So I set out on the hunt for a coffee cup that would satisfy my...
The winds have shifted from south to north and the temperature has gone from unbearably hot to unpredictably mild. The leaves on my October Glory maple got stuck in that half-red, half-green phase that is so brief, streaked with the colors of Christmas I remember from my childhood, remarkable in its natural vividness. In Spanish-speaking coffee lands, this is called “pintón,” when the coffee cherries are ripening on the thin, resilient limbs of their mother tree, reddening from the woody attachment but still green at the tip; coffee that tastes less sweet than the fully ripe, “maduro” coffee we’ve grown to love, the coffee that has completed its chrysalis. Life is always in flux, and fragile. Our best laid plans... Continue Reading →
I’ve been a lot of places, seen a lot of things, lived a lot of life. My stories are so numerous that I’ve forgotten most of them, only remembered in the 21 journals that line my bookshelf. Stories of the past 21 years of my adult life. (I read an issue of Outside Magazine and on the last page was a photo of one of Peter Beard’s journals, which they said were filled with clippings and photos, blood, hair and writings from his travels in Africa, and worth $10,000.) So I wrote every day. Or during travels. In the midst of momentous events. My life on paper. I could read it and remember. But mostly my thoughts are resurrected through... Continue Reading →
