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Grade Coffee
Taste here travels on the tongue like a school of fish:together. Like a sea of shortbread yellow, coffee here, liked plucked lemongrass, floated on a transparent moat of sugar crystals. My lips, un-puckered, might as well been gills, exhaling the essential oil of espresso playing hooky with milk. I jumped the fence, this single thrill being the only grade that really matters, that very matters.
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I had a one and one, single origin Ethiopia Guji by espresso and then a cortado roasted by Tandem Coffee Roasters.