Beans
Meet Dark Bean No. 7
Six attempts failed. The seventh tasted like a firm handshake.
Six wrong turns
We wanted a dark roast that wasn’t just burnt. The first six tries tasted like a campfire in a bad mood.
Number seven
Theo pulled the roast thirty seconds earlier and everything changed. Cocoa came through and the smoke backed off.
It’s been on the shelf ever since. The name stuck because nobody could think of a better one.
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