Homecoming Through Coffee

Earlier this year, I went to Ethiopia for the first time.

It’s the place my family comes from. A place I’ve always carried with me, even though I’d never set foot on its soil until now. The moment I arrived, it felt familiar in ways I didn’t expect. Like I was finally filling in a piece of myself that had always been waiting.

I met cousins I’d only seen in photos and spent mornings walking through coffee farms with them. Before the sun even rose, farmers were already at work. Flipping cherries. Drying beans. Moving slowly but deliberately. Every action was grounded in care. Coffee isn’t a product here. It’s a practice. A presence. A pulse.

Those are the beans we used in our first small-batch roasts: Zahrah and Amina. These aren’t mass-produced. They’re limited, and they mean something. We roasted them ourselves in the GTA (Toronto adjacent, if you will..). Every bag is hand-filled, sealed, and stickered by yours truly.

When you brew it, I hope you feel where it came from. I hope it makes you pause.

With love,
Dasii