Pulped, fermented, rinsed, raked. Clean, bright, a little cocoa.
01 · March · Blossom showers
Other to the world.
Home to India.
Roughly 70% of the coffee India grows is robusta.
The first rain. Within days the hills flower white and smell of jasmine — for about three days.
02 · April · Backing showers
The second rain sets the fruit.
Petals fall. Tiny green cherries appear along the branch.
Everything after this is waiting.
03 · June – September · The monsoon
The Western Ghats are where the monsoon lands first.
For four months the page is rain. The cherries fatten under a canopy of jackfruit and silver oak, and the gauge climbs.
04 · November – January · The dry months
The rain stops. The clusters turn red.
Picked by hand. Ripe only.
05 · February · Washing
Most of the world sun-dries robusta and hopes. India washes it.
Chapter one of three coffees · Washed
06 · June, again · Monsooning
Some of it goes to the coast.
It sits in open warehouses in the monsoon wind for weeks, until it swells and turns pale gold.
The one coffee process anywhere that uses the monsoon as an ingredient.
Chapter three of three coffees · Monsooned
07 · The roast
Brown. Finally.
08 · The cup
A crema you can stand a spoon in.
Three coffees. Three chapters of the same year.
The natural. Dried whole in the fruit. Heavy, sweet, dried-fig.
Swollen in the monsoon wind. Soft, low-acid, old-wood and spice.