I recently received a saucy love letter from Genevieve, a French woman who invited me to New Orleans for an amazing cup of coffee; a coffee that she promised I would never forget. Always up for a little Cajun spice in my life, I jumped a flight to the Big Easy. The fact that Genevieve lived off the beaten path and in the middle of a swamp did not dissuade me. I was on a quest to return with this treasure of coffee. I boarded a boat early evening and reclined as my Row Master, Fidel, paddled me through the Bayou. The humid mist created an air of mystery, which heightened my sense of anticipation. I closed my eyes and envisioned this French Beauty and her promise to serve up a deep, dark, oily, smoky and chocolaty cup of love. Fidel whispered cautiously, “I see it, Professor, it’s just up ahead." Fireflies illuminated her home amongst the wild vines and thick foliage. We approached her somewhat rickety boat landing. As I stepped from the boat onto the dock that creaked and swayed, the fireflies led the way to Genevieve’s doorway and to this French Beauty, who greeted me with a French press in hand. “Bonjour, Professor Peaberry, Café?” She purred as she poured a cup. I sipped this brew, one that I had traveled thousands of miles to try -- “Oui, oui. Très bon. Magnifique!” I declared. Yes, indeed - Earth tone and tropical wood filled my senses. The coffee was truly French, smoky, yet fruity and exotic with Latin American, Indonesian and African beans all in the mix! Genevieve stared deep into my eyes and continued to pour me more. I felt a little uneasy in the Big Easy… Perhaps I was hypnotized? Suddenly tribal drums filled my ears. Entranced, I began to dance for her. I swayed my hips and then hopped on one foot! It was a bit embarrassing, I must say. Indeed I was her puppet! My head was spinning. I smelled smoke. I looked to my French lovely and fire filled her eyes! I mean fire! Suddenly an alligator lurched out of the shadows and appeared by her side. Snap! SNAP! Oh, yes, something was wrong! As I fled for the door, I snatched the bag of coffee beans from which she had brewed this amazing cup of coffee. Her alligator chased me and continually snapped at my heels as I raced to the boat. Fidel was waiting. Fully caffeinated, I pushed him aside and took the oars. I rowed away with speed and haste, leaving the enraged French Voodoo Princess, Genevieve, and her alligator far behind. What a close call. I was thankful to get out alive and with my bachelorhood intact! All parts accounted for... What a dangerous ordeal finding the best coffee had become. I wondered what the wonderful coffee was that entranced me. I flipped the bag around and discovered it was my beloved Equator - Alligator French! Who needs to leave home for a little action? The Equator Alligator French Roast will surely help put a little adventure in your cup!
