we don’t care that these taste descriptors are meaningless to you — other blogs brag about their coffee spoils all the time! and so, we hereby parlay an unprecedented stretch of excellent brew — a home junkie’s full house — into an ENTIRE WEEK of loquacious gloating. amorphous crack-metaphors for the romantics, cupping notes for the serious students and a 17-point scale for the churlish analytics!
*** counter culture’s panama esmeralda, lot 8 (the $13/lb batch, according to our hierarchy of worship), somehow staggers and stultifies at the same time. as if your favorite sour apple jolly rancher had gotten stuck to the fuzzy corolla upholstery, then peeled off and re-sucked. technically still your favorite, no? but somehow, not the same.
we’ve written obscenely verbose essays to lady ez, engaged in humiliating public poetry on her behalf, and now come to this: always shocking day-lily-like aromatics. a hot lemon tonic in the beginning, then — at some precise cooling moment — sour muscadine skin. not unpleasant, but like a day-old red wine. then orange tea. fresh pine. clover honey. (hard-water cupping results.)
in an annual jowl-freezing ritual, attempts to pull soft-water espresso shots made speech impossible, due to lockjaw. on the other hand, the spare shots easily obliterated this blog’s bathroom odors, when placed in a strategic decorative pattern:
how about a 14? ol’ mesmeralda managed to confound and STILL remain the most beguiling coffee on a cupping table. every time. even four weeks later.
UPDATE: it’s bothering us. was it a funky roast? the lot number? our overly exaggerated memory of esmeraldas past? hard to know. fortunately for us, there’s a place where you can order lots from four sections of the farm!