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In a sheltered corner of the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta, where the sun's rays delicately caress the green leaves of coffee trees, a story that transcends the unmistakable aroma of Colombian coffee ends. Here, in this limited edition, the threads of welcomes and farewells intertwine, weaving a timeless narrative that reaches your hands in this coffee bag.

In the loom of our farm's history, in 2016, we gave the green light to the planting of a new variety of coffee: the typica variety. This is one of the oldest varieties in the world and differs from the Café Isabelita you already know in its floral notes, jasmine, citronella, with silky body, along with sweet notes of pollen. This limited edition is not only the last harvest of this typica variety, it is a poem in each bean, an ode to the effort and passion that has impregnated our farms since the day we decided to challenge the frontiers of convention. Each bag, marked and numbered by hand, carries with it the weight of exclusivity, the essence of something that will never be repeated.

This limited edition marks the end of a cycle, but also the beginning of a new era, with special varieties that would open the doors to a world unknown to us. We learned with each harvest, with each bean that we took in our hands and processed until it reached your cup of coffee. However, as with everything in life, the time came to say farewell.

Although this farewell leaves us with a bittersweet taste in our hearts, it leaves us a gift: this limited edition of typica variety, with only fifty-four kilos of dry parchment coffee, which translates into approximately 100 half-pound bags, with the seal of the ephemeral, of the unrepeatable, of a farewell.

 


 

This project, which spanned seven years of effort and dedication, not only marked our capacity to compete on a world level with Colombian coffee from the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta, but also revealed the beauty of the unexplored. Never before had we allowed ourselves to plant, process and harvest something so different, so personal - and that is why this farewell is so emotional for us. The typica variety is unknown to many because it was always destined for export, and now it becomes something intimate, something we claim as our own. We are forging our brand, not only in the market, but in the hearts of those who appreciate the dedication we imbue in every step of this journey.

In this final farewell to the last harvest of a typica variety, a door closes, but at the same time a spectacular window into the future opens. Our company now allows the arrival of new varieties to our lands that, although they might take several years to manifest, are already emerging as the protagonists of our next coffee epic.

This farewell, far from being melancholic, is a hymn to the cycles of life. In each bean that is picked, in each bag that we seal, we recognize that farewells can be the prelude to new and exciting welcomes. Our farm is not just a place of cultivation; it is a canvas on which we paint the colors of innovation and perseverance.

Thus, with this limited edition of the latest harvest of the typica variety, we close a chapter and open the blank pages of what is to come. In this sheltered corner, where earth and coffee merge in an eternal dance, we celebrate not only what was, but what will be.

 


Café Isabelita, Limited Edition
in cooperation with Gretta con Ganas


 

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