
An Old Man and His Ice Cream
A quiet Mysore evening at a café window, an old man with his kulfi, and the fleeting glance we shared — proof that the smallest moments can linger the longest.
A quiet Mysore evening at a café window, an old man with his kulfi, and the fleeting glance we shared — proof that the smallest moments can linger the longest.
Over the past couple months I’ve picked up some truly unique bags of coffee, each with its own story, process, and tasting profile. I wanted to catalogue them here—not just as a record of what I’m drinking, but also as a way to reflect on how diverse and experimental the coffee world has become. From co-ferments that taste like fruit candy to carefully processed Geshas, this little collection feels like a tour through farms and roasters who treat coffee like art....