crazy pre-paid coffee plan … is there too many cups in a day?
Like much of my coffee brewing hobby; I drool over coffee on a pixilated screen before drooling in person.
So when the time came to actually see, brew, & taste Ritual Coffee. It was blissful.
Ritual did not disappoint.
Warned that Ritual roasts really really light, I was reminded of my days living in Sweden. Scandinavian coffee is known for being lightly roasted in an effort to “get back to the basics,” to counter the taste for over roasted coffee. I have learned to love lighter roasts and was more intrigued in Ritual because of it.
Previously I have had some “warm tone” coffees of, tasting of chocolate, nuts, etc. So when I saw that a Red Bourbon from El Salvador was available (& recommended) I got even more excited. At this moment I was at the peak of excitement. A couple of weeks earlier a friend leaked the details of the first ever Ritual shipment. I counted down the days & was first in line for days!
I’d been on an Aeropress kick, so the Noruega got my inverted swirl method time & time again.
For the first few cups I thought I was brewing it wrong. I tasted a “sour note” every single time. I wanted to blame it on over or under extraction. But as I broke apart the flavor tones I noticed that the “sour note” was constant & actually quite pleasant. Yet, that “sour tone” was the enigma of the bag. I tried with every cup to put my finger on what fruit or taste it resembled but it kept eluding me. Still does. I don’t know what it was but I enjoyed it as well as the pursuit of recognizing it.
So that was the body of the coffee. Sorry, I got a head of myself. The start of the coffee was sweet & pleasant that quickly escalated into that “sour fruit tone.” And the finish was pleasant as well, lingering just enough to make you want to sip this coffee all day long. And that is the blessing & curse of this coffee, it was SO “drinkable.” I wanted cup after cup. Much like a light beer or a Pinot Gris on a summer day. Before you know it several six-packs or a couple of bottles are gone! Some with this bag. Gone!
Luckily I was gifted some coffee from the “holy grail” of roasting startups. More on that coffee next week.
^ the infamous red bag in my possession: finally
^ the red bourdon’s in all their glory
^ my note taking of one of the last cups of this bag