High Noon

I have always looked up to my father. The majority of my life (and still currently) my father has owned and operated a sawmill. He worked hard six days a week but on Sunday would often sit in the den and watch westerns. This is where I developed my love for the wild west. There will always be a pinch of western flare in my work to pay homage to my father and the value of hard work. 

Coffee

I am hesitant to lock myself into anyone view on coffee roasting. Coffee is an experience. My daily experience with coffee happens around 6 am when I wake up, stumble to my kitchen to carefully time and weigh a pourover and then walk away from it for about and hour. I love on my dog, water my plants, often forgetting about my coffee until it’s cold. I like coffee that I can ignore. Coffee so sweet it tastes good an hour later. We all have a different daily experience with coffee and I will tirelessly labor to roast a coffee for each individual experience.

My Story

The marriage of machinery and art is what drew me to coffee roasting. I can remember the first time I witnessed the craft first hand. I sat in on a demo with a San Franciscan, I desperately tried to follow the dialog but it was foreign to me. I had this burning desire to learn the language. I fell hard for these machines. It is a difficult craft to understand, an industry that is constantly changing, equipment that is evolving, and a science that is still being uncovered. Every time I fire up the roaster I feel a sense of excitement, there are so many variables, endless goals, a world of possibilities ahead of me. It is a craft I plan to grow old with and I want to share it.