Why Yirgacheffe still surprises us

A bag from the same washing station, two months apart, tasted like two different farms.

In April we picked up a lot from Konga station that drank like jasmine tea: floral, light, almost translucent.

In June, the same station shipped a lot that tasted like preserved lemons. Same elevation, same cultivars, same processing. The only thing that changed was the rain.

This is the part of green buying that no spreadsheet captures. The terroir of a coffee is the year, not just the place.

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