In honour of V Day, a few of our café partners Stay Grounded, Espressory, The Boathouse, Left of Field, Lords of Pour & Elk Espresso have written a lil somethin’ to their dream origins. We hear them. Been infatuated by special singles for years. Read on for a dose of caffeinated romance.
Dearest Lamari (PNG Highlands, Washed Bourbon/Typica Tropicool!)
I’ll never forget the day my local barista called your name.
Not knowing how to approach you, I just hoped you would return to the cafe.
Every day since meeting you I have admired your grace & style.
Your full body tropical exotic nature, sweet milk chocolate & orange zest when hot.
Then more seductive, darker chocolate, plumy foreplay when served chilled.
Can’t get enough of you & hope you never leave us Lamari!
My Dearest Mugaya,
I can still remember the first time I saw you.
We were sitting across from each other at Espressory.
I could smell the vanilla floral fragrance you wore, and I squeezed out the juiciest blackberry, grape and plum from your intense body.
I simply could not take my eyes off you.
Love you baby.
My Dearest Marsy,
Even before I got to know you & all you have to give to this world,
I was infatuated with your sweet, sugary perfume.
As my mind was opened to your supportive nature of those around you,
the way you have adapted in life & the way you see your future, my love for you deepened.
I see us making forever together.
My Mexican marmalade, my syrupy shortbread, my valentine,
my future-friendly, my love, my Marsellesa.
No death to our love
No death to coffee
Dear El Conquistador,
From the moment I first laid my eyes on you I knew I had to have you…
The way you gracefully slide from the bag and into the hopper…
How you filled the room with your fruity aroma as the EK grinds you into the portafilter…
Marvelling at the sight of your juices flowing our of the Strada…
When you touched my lips with your warm mellow peach tartness… Your syrupy body…
Your lingering apricot sweetness… You have captivated this old fool’s heart.
Left of Field
Tirra – spro du jour,
Aroma spills out to the floor,
Appetite whet – needed more.
Natural perfection, disagree?
World class beauty, beyond a fee
Dripping slowly, sticky, sweet
Dreaming of how again we’ll meet.
Slurping your taste upon my tongue,
Lust for you has finally sprung.
Twienty, fifty eight, twenty four,
and flash you’re gone, you dirty whore.
It’s just so obvious you would be the winner!
We are still dreaming of these banging blackberry flavour bombs.
Love always + forever,