I know I know, I was supposed to update right after the roast. Right after the tasting. Right after everything. And I didn't. Hey, who's writing this blog anyway? Don't answer that.
But, DAMN, that lady from the big island of Hawaii did me a number. Wow. We tried her at two days. Not bad, but clearly she hadn't matured yet. And you know how wrong it is to take 'em too young. I did feel a bit guilty, but i just couldn't wait. Oh the primal anticipation!
So then we break her open again at the typical 4 days. Oh good lordy lord in heaven! I hadn't had that before. Just freaking tropical. Yeah, tropical is probably the word I can best use to describe Kona. Oh, I'm sure there are many more descriptive terms to grade her taste, her mouthfeel, her body, but I think by saying "tropical" it's enough for now. You get what I'm sayin'.
We tried both the espresso version and the cappuccino version. Both were saweet. But I must give the edge to the cappa version. Once that frothy milk mixed in with the coffee shot, and they danced together, they must have released extra bubbles of yumminess and, well, tropical-ness. It's not a word, I know, but screw it. That freaking cappuccino had such an amazing pop of sweetness, like I'd never had before. I don't put sugar into them, either. I was just floored at how awesome it was. So I made me another, just to make sure it wasn't a fluke. Nope. Same amazing kiss.
Kona, darling, you will be mine again. And soon.
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