the first two decades of my life I had a considerable understanding of what happens before the process of brewing coffee but a minimal impression of what coffee is to the mouth. The last four decades have been different. The daily taste of coffee is routine — a conscientious routine but routine nevertheless; and one of those which do not need celebration, for attention is intrinsically embedded in it.
Without a classical sense of celebration, it does happen every so often that my eyes go towards one of my ten to fifteen coffee blends at my hand reaches for La Colombe’s Corsica.
It is not about special days but special moments that arrive for the mere reason of reminding body and soul that being awake ought to be acknowledged with an inner smile through the palate.
Sila Blume 