THIS IS TECHNICALLY
MY BROTHER’S FAULT
You already know the short version.
Here’s what didn’t fit on the bag
01 / MARSELLA, RISARALDA
WE GREW UP IN A COFFEE TOWN
and when we say coffee town, we mean coffee town.
coffee paid people’s bills. Coffee decided whether it had been a good year or a bad one.
for the first few years of our lives, we even lived on a coffee farm.
later, our mom opened a coffee buying operation in town.
farmers would empty sacks of coffee into huge piles on the floor.
naturally, we treated them like swimming pools.
02 / MOM
SHE WAS BUILDING SOMETHING OF HER OWN
she started as a secretary in coffee buying.
then she learned the business, became one of the first women in town buying coffee herself and eventually opened her own operation.
we didn’t think that was unusual.
to us, she was just Mom.
P.S. WE LOVE YOU MOM
03 / THEN TRIED OTHER THINGS
WE DID EVERYTHING EXCEPT COFFEE
my brother moved to Spain.
I went to university, Europe and eventually New York.
he came home and found his way back to coffee.
I kept trying not to.
we even made a little coffee brand once.
people told us it was really good.
WE DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING USEFUL WITH THAT INFORMATION
04 / NEW YORK
THEN I MOVED FAR ENOUGH AWAY TO MISS IT
leaving changes what you notice.
things that used to feel ordinary start feeling like home.
for me, coffee became one of those things.
and finding coffee in New York that I actually wanted to drink was harder than expected.
I complained.
my brother listened.
and eventually he asked the obvious question:
annoying!
but fair.
He came back.
I left.
He knows what happens before the bag.
I obsess over everything that happens after it.
Somehow, we kept arriving at the same place from opposite directions.
06 / THE STORY ONLY MATTERS IF THE COFFEE DOES
We didn’t want Colombia to become a nice origin story printed on the back of a bag.
So we keep more of the process there.
COLOMBIAN COFFEE WITH A LOT MORE COLOMBIA LEFT IN IT
GOOD COFFEE SHOULDN’T REQUIRE HOMEWORK
Back home, good coffee wasn’t reserved for people who knew the right words.
Drink it black.
Add milk.
Add sugar.
Turn it into an espresso martini.
