America 2018 Single Origin Coffee
Farm: 850 members of Coopedota
Growing Region: Tarrazu, Costa Rica
Varietal(s): Caturra & Catuai
Altitude: 1,500-1,900 MASL
Processing: Washed & patio dried
Tasting Notes: Brownie, brown sugar, molasses, dried fruit, sweet, and creamy.
Whole beans | 8 oz., 12 oz. & 2 lb. bags
This coffee roasts on a WEEKLY SCHEDULE. WEEKLY orders close on Sundays at 12:00 PM ET and are roasted on Mondays. WEEKLY roasted coffee ships on Wednesdays. All coffee ordered after the WEEKLY Sunday 9:00 PM ET deadline will go into the following week's production.
We are the children of immigrants. The past 3-4 weeks have been incredibly difficult for us watching the news from our southern border.
Our grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins immigrated to the U.S. Our family has served in the Armed Forces. We have worked hard and the U.S. has given us an incredible life. That's what all immigrants want. A better life. Immigrants, forced and unforced, make this country great.
However, family separation, internment camps, baby/kids/teens prisons, and most likely, orphaned kids are abhorrent and morally bankrupt. These policies are child abuse and human rights violations. We are sickened to the core and have struggled with what to do.
Profits from the sale of America 2018 go directly to RAICES TEXAS who are providing incredible legal and advocacy services on behalf of immigrants on the southern border.
America 2018 beans change seasonally and feature our current favorite Grimpeur Bros. single origin beans from Guatemala, Honduras, and El Salvador.
The New Colossus
BY EMMA LAZARUS
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Ride your bike. Drink great coffee.
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