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.
Epilogue
You might call it a turnpike
And me a toll gate
But at least we’re in the same car
You might call it malted chocolate
And me Horlicks
But I’m so pleased we’re drinking it together
You might say six fifty-two
And me ten to seven
But what a relief to be sharing a time zone
You might say we need golden raisins
And I’ll say what, like sultanas?
But it’s a miracle to be in this baking aisle with you
Despite all the semantics
For the cross-continental romantics
When either of us says I love you
It means just that