I n 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 ex
I woke up at 6 am today. This wasn't early enough. I got ready for the day. Took my oldest to school, took my youngest to his yearly check-up, then to Kindergarten. Went to work, handled calls and emails and tasks and had only 2 cups of coffee. All of this wasn't enough. I picked up my children and their friends, served as carpool for one and as "home for the day" for the other. I prepared a balanced, home-cooked meal from scratch, including potatoes that I had harvested with my children a few weeks earlier - which (I also feel is relevant to point out) we had planted a few months earlier. While the kids ate, I unloaded the dishwasher, cleaned the kitchen and finished a load of laundry. And still, this wasn't enough. One kid was picked up for sport, another kid came to replace him. While the children played, I tended to the garden, I checked the mailbox, I picked up after them, I tidied up a bit. Then I took those 3 kids to their sport and picked up 4 new kids t