Ah yes, not too long ago, I was back on my private jet heading to South America in my never-ending search for the holy grail of coffees. On a secret tip from my faithful valet Baldrick, somewhere in the northern region of South America, Doma Coffee was rumored to have a special secret blend of immense chocolate and tobacco notes befitting royalty. Upon touching down in Bogota, I was greeted at the runway by a mysterious woman with skin as dark and lovely as the roasted beans I was searching for. It was immediately obvious she knew why I had come and had expected me. Once off the plane, I waved farewell to my loyal companion and Go-Go dancer entourage, loading my luggage and favorite French press into her jeep. After an hour of enduring rough terrain plus a rather sore bottom, we arrived at her secluded field. Once parked, we proceeded to hike to the top of the hill where her colleagues were busy sorting, blending and roasting the day’s harvest. We sat down together at a small bistro table beside the roasting shed and locking her eyes to mine, she finally spoke. She said her name is Carmela and she had a coffee that would ensnare my senses. Her hands clapped twice and a young boy of 14 appeared with a wooden tray and two cups of this magical liquid. Scrutinizing the contents I could immediately smell the essence of dark chocolate and tobacco lingering in the air like a siren to a lonely sailor. I lifted the cup to my lips and upon my first sip I felt overtaken by the chocolatey passion, knocking me out of my chair. It was as if my clothes were flying everywhere, like Charlie Brown on the receiving end of a speeding fastball. I quickly regained my senses, however, like a Kennedy, I was bewildered to find my pants missing. Seeing me in a rather vulnerable state, Carmela grinned with cheeky approval. Come hither, Carmela! Having satisfied my scrutiny and recovering my favorite bespoke Kent & Haste trousers, I provided Carmela her payment. Now Doma is sharing Carmela’s blend with true coffee aficionados back home. Suffice to say this decadent roast is, to say the least, Peaberry Approved.
