The terrace came before the roastery. Coffee has been drying here since 1978, when it was still just a family’s side crop.
Forty-one years later, in 2019, we turned the drying shed into a Probat L12 roaster and opened one door. We weren’t looking for a name. We simply stopped selling our coffee to the mills and started keeping it — so that we could roast it properly, so that we could read the volcanic soil before an industrial machine erased it.
We didn’t grow. We learned to pay attention. Twenty kilos per batch. Three batches per day. Seventy-four days a year we don’t roast at all, because the fog is too thick and the coffee can’t be read properly.