Mother Earth Coffee - Organic Espresso

The light breaks above the flowing waves of green as the valley fills with life. The birds flock to the sky as the deer head for bed and the capuchin monkeys begin swinging from tree to tree. As nature envelops the valley, the light breaks on a small, weathered, dirt path cresting one of the hills. All becomes still for a moment as an eerie silence falls over the valley.

And then, a rustic man on horseback breaches the thin line between the downtrodden dirt path and the universe. His crisp, white shirt nearly blinds at first glance, but then the sun loses its power to the Bolivian traditional vest and cowboy style hat. They are both a rich, deep brown with only a slight ornamentation around the hems to give them style.

His face scarred and hair slightly grisled, one wonders how he may have arrived at such an age. Certainly a dash of luck is on his side. He's the type of man one would likely find in a prison or perhaps a bar fight. He isn't overly large or powerful looking, but he holds himself in such a way that his mere presence strikes fear and respect into those beholding him. His lean frame doesn't diminish him, but rather it makes his feat even greater.

This man has few words for those around him, but they all hear him clearly and verbosely. One supposes no words are necessary. However, he doesn't seem harsh or unfair. His eyes are kind and forgiving if you're honest. If you aren't, his eyes turn fierce, and his steely gaze will cut through you like a rusty blade.

He really isn't soft or hard, but somewhere in between and dependent on how you deal with him. Almost a malleable being responding directly to each interaction in an entirely predictable way. But, just as we think we have learned this man completely, a woman breaks the crest of the hill. Her vanilla blond hair flowing over her shoulders like a thousand rays of light trapped in glistening strands. Her milky white dress wraps her body tightly, but releases it's hold as it travels down to caress the wind.

As she comes to the side of the man, only then is her angelic countenance revealed. She appears as the most innocent woman in the world. The picture of the two is confusing at first. What woman like this belongs with such a stern, tough man? This delicate flower growing on such weathered, broken dirt.

Then a smile breaking from his face to hers reveals the truth. He can make it on his own as the earth doesn't need the flower to be beautiful, but the flower truly makes him shine. It adds that bit that is missing in his life. He is a great man despite his simplicity, but paired with this woman, he is the perfect balance. If he was anything more, then he may overpower or contradict her beauty.

Mother Earth Coffee - Organic Espresso

This is a simple coffee without much fanfare for itself, which I really enjoy. I don't need to worry what I add to it, because it doesn't come with any additional flavoring. It's really true to its intentions, and I like that. If you handle it properly, then it'll produce an excellent espresso.

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