Archive for category ‘subjective swilling’

the blogwife drops the smack

Tuesday, February 5th, 2008

the newly published blogwife, knowing a thing or two about epic old english poetry and the kind of brew this blog is wont to pursue, decides to intertwine the two. this is either comparative brilliance or the result of extreme fixation on two aesthetic qualities over a term of months ...

espresso diplomacy saves the season

Thursday, December 20th, 2007

does the notorious panel truck driver have the sweetest business card ever? this blog doesn't know why it was surprised. barista-poet jon lewis once said he dreamt of "resolv[ing] international conflict through espresso diplomacy." he appears to have meant it. the mailman was cold, and wearing some sort of zipping sweater ...

this week in c-n-c: regime change

Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

good authority: c-n-c's hudgens has ditched terroir for his regular coffee supply. judging solely by the price tags on the retail bags we flunkies buy off the counter, the boston-based terroir appeared to charge the roughly same for 12 ounces of regular priced single origin that north carolina's crema coffee ...

CI traverses the ‘misty valley’ of the shadow of death

Wednesday, December 5th, 2007

what you need, having wrestled a rapacious u.s. immigration bureaucracy to the ground, only to lose your case, at the eleventh hour, and be forced to dolefully ship home to africa one of your true friends, a person who had been the Upstanding Model of immigrant law-abidingness and cultural contributiveness ...

SERBC: straggling remainders

Wednesday, October 31st, 2007

well beyond two weeks post-roast, this blog stuggles still to communicate to you the subtleties of lem butler's competition espresso blend. heightening the mystery: a pragmatic decision to pull much of it with the lever machine at the studio of the bioluminescent cypriot, where a gaggle of the man's indentured ...

sober now: the purple princess genuflects!

Thursday, August 16th, 2007

moises, left, and marysabel say it could be the cold water that makes their coffee what it is. "or," marysabel said, "it could be God." fabio, right, ate a lot of dip. what grabs you about moises hessera is that he rushes right past his verb conjugations to explain the finer ...

CI ignobly backtracks

Tuesday, July 31st, 2007

the quasi-fresh, non-expert-roasted, crestfallenly cupped 2006 esmeralda stuns afresh as spro. so maybe the entire theory is wrong -- wrong as a minty green bean color! for if the great-but-not-immortal 2007 esmeralda so repeatedly ingested by this fortuitous blog really is such a subtle step down from the blubbering memory of last ...

a lady, yes, but of what birth?

Saturday, July 28th, 2007

this blog once churned 2,500 words about panama's theist hacienda la esmeralda gesha. it won't happen this year. to wit: there is still nothing like it. there is no other place that we know of, no other seared plant granule, where the imbiber can ask for, and get, such a gentle, ...

the lady besotted

Wednesday, July 25th, 2007

breakfast, ready-made. added to the ways we now know the panama esmeralda: stale, overroasted and unbearably forced through a lever device! we could safely call it an evening of ignominy and crestfallenness, wherein enthusiastic coffee persons from as far as atlanta trekked to the bloghouse for the preeminent experience of cupping this ...

annual fawning ritual

Tuesday, July 24th, 2007

mesmeralda herself, emanating nicely on the zombie's third and final 13-gram try. ------------------ while wrasslin' some absurd studio excellence blend (mystery poo thrown haphazard into the bioluminescent cypriot's roaster), and waiting for last year's beatific panama esmeralda to finish cooking, this blog ... well, yes. that would be 2006 esmeralda, the auction ...

interpretive silence

Friday, June 29th, 2007

when the guy whose divorce was final yesterday slips off the wedding band for good and tells you that there's something warm -- an aesthetic comfort he's been looking forward to all day -- in the 8 oz. capp you've just handed him, well ... " " then: " ...

cfest viii: decadent mommy-pleasing decaf blogging …

Wednesday, June 6th, 2007

... wherein CI scrapes the final coffee fest leftovers from the side of the casserole dish by comparing premium decaf coffees to formless new-age music! it's phil's fault. the blogwife, being great with child, had reached the limits of trade-show-floor caffeine, and, being casually installed next to the counter culture booth ...

for the troops

Thursday, May 31st, 2007

the smooth 'n groovy parts the not-as-smooth-but-no-less-groovy parts this blog never said it was a beauty pageant. what it did say is that the memorial day gaggle was a mash of machines, tubing and burrs. also, swim trunks. also, a ne'er-before-experienced highlands sumatra, designed to assault our virgin tongues through each of ...

another dance for lady ez

Tuesday, May 29th, 2007

the lusty panama esmeralda, subject of so much swooning CI verbage, hath scored a fresh date with a seven-company coffee consortium that has purchased the 2007 auction crop for (deep breath, double-check the numbers) $130 a pound -- green. from the farm. or, if you prefer, $65,000 for 10 bags ...

bleary remainders

Monday, May 28th, 2007

now sodden with pool chlorine and SO shots and homemade hummus and eau de vie and sundry other liquid marinades, this blog can't remember much more than this: there was a kitchen island, and it was groaning 'neath the weight of nate the finger's silvia with a newly installed PID, two ...

under a bushel

Monday, May 21st, 2007

yes, well, in today's edition of "startling places greenville hides its coffee," CI zooms in like a finely calibrated wire brush on one of those new, off-main-street shops with an idiosyncratic mix of ephemera that may well be ahead of its time. ephemera such as ... well, we quote, "coffee, ...

oops, we scored.

Wednesday, May 9th, 2007

given the free-association crapshoot that is this blog's approach to describing coffee tastes (vital tools: darts. flavor wheel.), it's more than a little gobsmacking to realize that, hey, we got it right. (once, anyway.)

anecdotal leverage

Tuesday, May 8th, 2007

the most startling flavor difference in the weekend toscano, pulled for the first time with a levered (declining) pressure profile: an earthy flesh-fruit and a light, creamy lipid layer. like unsalted butter, melted over red anjou pear.

ketchup week: kiosking v

Monday, April 30th, 2007

forgetting for a moment that solis jake (who has been pulling shots with this blog since our insufferably spiffy three-krups setup in the college newspaper office) used the weekend cupping to show shocking favoritism toward other blogs, the very public and very collegial c-n-c event left us rolling molasses and ...

ketchup week: murky tales from our correspondents

Friday, April 27th, 2007

word reaches this blog that ryan goodrow, he of the fondling tamper motions and puppet show co-starring role, was at his resplendent, meticulous best one recent weekday evening. it was the cypriot and bursch-head, actually, in d.c. for a trade convention involving the cutesy finial things they do, and admirably determined ...

bending hair, other items

Wednesday, April 4th, 2007

the hair bender at home -- 10 days old but kicking vigorously at 198.5 fahrenheit ... and far more of the stunning bar of cacao ramming itself down your gorge. the ivory coastal, thyme-and-molasses kind, not the prune-n-syrup ghanan variety. our commercial obsession du jour forked us a bag, half of ...

like a wildebeest to a sink hole ….

Sunday, April 1st, 2007

coffee and crema, day two: men's shirt sale -- the semi-annual! -- block-gorgeous faemage and a sweeter, honey-tangerine-heavy hair bender.

lassie come home

Friday, March 30th, 2007

on a blog fraught with hyperbolic overkill, what are the rhetorical options when you've stumbled headlong into a brew-place that's flabbergastingly good? litotes?! turns out that about the same time we first asked the geekers about passable espresso in this barren nexus of the country a guy in a kiosk started ...

in pursuit of puckish spro waifers

Saturday, March 10th, 2007

random oddities swirl about the less-is-more, petite-is-sweet notion of severe downdosing. will that prevent this blog from speculating wildly on severely incomprehensive data? why, no! * grinding "a lot finer" can produce a shot with the same volume and extraction time from much less coffee -- but not always. bean ...

CI veers erratically toward third-world betterment

Sunday, February 4th, 2007

grainy frame-grabs unanimously agree: the all-clad presso looks like it could also punch rivets in your forehead. while media-lavished coffee luminaries are off slurping or shunning native african brews as moods dictate, this blog's bush-dwelling relatives have no choice -- and now regularly torment our fine sense of quality consciousness haute ...

CI equates juan francisco with strong narcotics!

Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007

there comes a moment in the oozing afterlife of one's bloody wisdom tooth sockets where the soporific bliss of oxycodone tablets begins to wane, and the surgeon-approved thresholds for chomping another pill have not yet, technically speaking, been met. it's only been 30 minutes since the last one, say. or ...

it’s not ‘trombone case’ — it’s worse!

Monday, December 4th, 2006

a favorite wordsmith of this blog -- we like 'em windy! -- channels CI channeling sensory descriptor demigod chandler burr! comes now james lileks, on one of those pandering, muddlesome wines: Starts sweet and ends dry, and while it’s suitable, the bouquet might be described as Mummy’s Underwear. It was better ...

taste: now available sans snobbery

Sunday, November 26th, 2006

"they're leaves, and they fall off. once a year -- when it gets cold." introducing the village woman, who was seeing her first skyscraper, her first frantic interstate and her first mass leaf exfoliation from outside the atlanta airport, about the basics of american excess -- in a deliberate, logical fashion ...

CI: bumbling toward harmonic togetherness beverages

Thursday, November 2nd, 2006

in this blog's head, "the rev" seemed dangerously candy-like. a fleeting contribution to the rampant sweet starches of fall-ish holidays ... in which case we would have served our test runs to the indiscriminate cypriot and been done with it. instead, what happened was not unlike finding a knot of ...

the rev: a building block

Wednesday, November 1st, 2006

no, those apples aren't browning. they're ingesting a light coating of guajillo honey, which itself keeps them from browning. more in the morning ...