You know, I just can't get over how fun this coffee bean is. Today I'm just not feeling all that wordy so perhaps a couple pics will help you see what I'm talking about. I roasted this one about six days ago, right before I left Texas to come home. So it was aging nicely on its cross-country trip and I dug in a few days ago. But here's what I was able to pull out in the past couple days. Folks, these are only pictures, so don't try to lick your screen.
This one here I like mainly because it, well, tasted even better than the gentle little heart that she gave to me. So smooth and rich. Creamy, like dancing butter. Slow dancing butter. I would have her again.
Then of course this little plum below, well the art is not so perfect, but you know what, eat me! If you could have only heard how she poured from the shot glass into the cup, your knees would already have buckled. Such a seductive honey oozing down into her warmed up home. No splattering. No dripping. No trickling. Oozing. Delicately flowing. Slinking. Yes, this coffee slinked into the cup. That's how hot she is. And yes, the taste of love as she twirled into the foamed milk. Just look at the frikken picture, people!! You can see how smooth the skin is. Just look at it! You hardly want to drink it.
Damn, I love this bean.
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