My coffee beans were harvested in Caribbean coastal towns where summer sea breezes caress them as they grow.

My coffee beans glow in the warm winter sun waiting for their moment of March magic. The moment where they are selected to sail away to their new home.

My coffee beans, now ground, glisten eagerly on my countertop waiting for their stovetop jacuzzi and their morning massage of silky nut-milk caramel creamer.