Chemically Imbalanced (espresso-jogged screeds)

your idle hot-summer diversion here

just when we thought we were done flogging the bioluminescent cypriot for awhile, he charges directly into the fan with this submission of some seriously aerated latte art reminiscent of a giant back-scratching iguana:


or a leaping lake trout, if you prefer. on the one hand, it represents dramatic pour improvement. on the other hand, sarkis swears he didn’t indulge in ANY etching — not even for the “eyeball.” which this blog frankly finds very hard to believe.

we’re calling for repeatable proof.