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During this tough time, as COVID-19 ravages our population and our economy, terrorizing our society, we want to introduce you to Covie! Covie! is our stuffed-animalification of the coronavirus. Covie! is soft and cuddly, hand-made by the employees of...
$10.00
This is a gift card for use here at DoubleShotCoffee.com. It's a great option for someone who you know loves the DoubleShot, or for someone who doesn't yet know about the DoubleShot but appreciates the finest things in life. Don't...
$250.00
This grinder is awesome. I have a perfectly good Baratza Virtuoso electric grinder on my kitchen cabinet, yet I find myself instinctively pouring coffee beans into my Comandante hand grinder each morning. It's the tactile sensation of grinding the coffee...
$496.00
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...
$8.00
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...
$8.50
The DoubleShot pastry kitchen has been known for their cookies for many years. With a classic like the monster cookie, which came out of my mom's recipe cards from when I was a kid: full of oatmeal, peanut butter, chocolate chips...
I lay on the mattress with arms outstretched and feet apart, completely naked, like Michelangelo’s Vitruvian Man. As the 55˚ water from my shower evaporated from my body, sweat began to replace it, and the mattress was soaked, swimming in the dewy Oklahoma summer heat. My apartment, unfurnished, but for the 20-or-so brown cardboard boxes stuck to the worn-wood living room floor, served only as the roof under which I slept and showered. An old brick apartment facing the Arkansas River owned by one of Tulsa’s many slumlords, the window by my bed was painted open and the door was ajar, for outside and inside were the same. No money, no utilities, always with 55˚ water. Three and a half... Continue Reading →
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 →
