a tangelo farm
I’ve picked apples, and I’ve picked strawberries but never a tangelo.
This espresso was as if I just went tangelo picking. It was like my nose opened the door to a pantry of preserved fruit, smooth with the occasional citrus peel, twirling itself around jam. this espresso made itself known: bright, mildly tart before sliding into a syrupy mint reduction.
These sips were wild and I wouldn’t have them any other way.
185 Howard Ave
Brooklyn, New York