The world needs another small coffee roaster. Apparently.

An old umbrella factory. Once a workroom. Now predictably, a workroom again, this time for for brighter weather.

Through a big window we use selective vision to blur the parked cars and passing lorries. With the exception of our bringers of green coffee, we choose only to see flowers and birds.

Above us a suspended ceiling, above that, blue sky. Sometimes grey. Brighter later.

Inside, we turn a small seed into something most if us can’t function without.

This is international coffee logistics. Foreign policy, in small print.

We get to work in a meaningful way with very decent foreign friends.

We roast it. It goes back out again.

Supplying the world’s drug of choice is our daywork. Call it public service.

COFFEE

This is where it begins: Green lots chosen with care, roasted exact. Some coffees stay steady, others come and go as fleeting releases - each roasted with the same attention.

SERVICE

Dealers, machines, water, advice - most of it behind the scenes, unglamorous work, but all necessary. We fix, maintain and above all support, ensuring a smooth operation without you worrying about what’s happening under the hood.

LOGISTICS

Boxes, bags, jars, tape, labels, couriers. The part nobody celebrates but everyone relies on. We get the coffee out the door, where it needs to be, on time. Its mostly not glamorous but it matters.

WE DON’T

Run, Bullshit, Stop