Like many of us, my affection for coffee started at some point during my first semester at college. I remember we had an enormous Bunn coffee maker in our fraternity house. I can’t remember a moment when it wasn’t powered on, with a pot of thick, effective salvation on each of its two burners.

I also remember my FIRST cup from a French Press. It was at a small gathering at the home of my Art History professor. She was a delightful older woman from Iran, and our small class met at her house one evening for dinner. After a dinner of “I can’t remember what,” she brought out something I’d never seen, and it was full of that hot goodness. The fragrance, the mouthfeel, the flavors…that moment changed my life in innumerable ways. Not only had I never been offered coffee that didn’t taste like it was from a gas station, that entire preparation, presentation and enjoyment set me on my course to recreate that experience for myself and others.

I love few things more than helping someone learn the true perfection of a hand-made cup using very basic tools. To watch their eyes widen when smelling freshly-ground beans from a farm we love to support…to see them sit back and savor that first, steaming-hot sip from a perfectly prepared Chemex, Aeropress or French Press…

There’s a reason we humans do so many things, have important conversations, make meaningful relationships, work through difficult times…and add coffee to the equation. It’s magic. It’s medicine. It’s life-sustaining. We hope you’ll come to enjoy our coffees as much as we do.

Welcome to Dry Heat Coffee, roasted with dry, hot love one small batch at a time.

peace. love. palm trees.

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