Coffee Beans & Roasting

It was a quiet Friday evening in Rio de Janeiro. A good friend of mine stopped by my apartment. He […]

I walked into a small, independent coffee roastery on a Tuesday morning. I was completely out of coffee at home.

I spent the first decade of my coffee drinking life trapped in a very comfortable, very dark culinary bubble. I

I walked to my mailbox on a crisp Thursday afternoon. I found a small cardboard box sitting inside. I carried

I sat quietly at my computer desk on a quiet Thursday evening. I was trying to finish a massive digital

I was sitting on an outdoor patio at a small vineyard. I was visiting a friend who works in the

I closed my laptop and rubbed my eyes. I had just spent six uninterrupted hours staring at a bright screen.

A sudden afternoon thunderstorm caught me completely off guard. I was walking through an industrial neighborhood downtown, blocks away from

I was sitting on my couch in Rio de Janeiro on a warm late April afternoon. I was testing a

I was walking down a narrow, tree lined street in the south zone of Rio de Janeiro. The afternoon was