Got time for a story?
Along with tasting notes, our coffees come with memory notes – a mouthful of words to contextualize what you’re drinking.
Gardens sigh in Hoyo Rico
The mother wanders through her garden, grown wild within the bones of what was once the third Painted Lady on Steiner Street, its warm porchlight bulb throwing a mango glow onto the pavement. They say the homes were more beautiful once – brighter, better kept – but to her they’ve simply exhaled, softened into a dream. The sight of them takes her breath before it can leave her mouth.
She moves slowly, wicker basket over her arm. With each step, its weight grows as kiwi berries drop obligingly from winding vines – each one letting off a sigh as it falls. The garden gives without question.
Later, with her family gathered at the table, they’ll drink what she’s brewed – a slow-steeped elixir of the day’s harvest, fragrant rooibos leaves the final flourish. They pass cups from hand to hand. Traded stories will give way to poems, long meandering chronicles punctuated with interruptions and laughter.
Day yields to night and even the moon, robed and reverent, descends for her share.