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Sláinte St. Patrick's Day Blend
Sláinte St. Patrick's Day Blend
Elevation: 5,500 to 6,000 Feet
Process: Washed
Varietals: Caturra
| Castilo
| County Mayo
Cupping Notes: Barley Malt | Nutmeg | Craic
Roaster's Level: Medium/Dark
What's it all mean?
Slàinte (slawn-chá) is an old Irish expression that translates roughly to “good health.” This March we toast to your and yours with our St. Patrick’s Day Blend.
Behind the bean:
This year, we have a special Colombian coffee from the volcanic soils of Huila. We roasted the beans at three different temperatures for perfect balance and rested them in peat-smoked barley malt for several days.
The result is a cup that is both smoky and slightly sweet, with an aroma reminiscent of oaky Irish whiskey.
Please note: CONTAINS TRACES OF MALTED BARLEY
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