12oz | Ground or Whole | Shipped in Burlap Bag
The day before the cowhand got shanghaied, he examined every shop in the Union Square district (and beyond) that poured the brew. Every last place served it, but he was restless, picky. A stale, shelf coffee wouldn’t do. No, it must be fresh. Frustrated, he was about to grab a cable car to his hotel, and he smelled it, almost like it looked for him. He turned his head and saw a shop he had already inspected. They must have just opened a new burlap of Kenyan beans. Fruity, lemony, and floral: Now it belonged to him.