"Ten bags of the Ethiopian Yirgacheffe, five of the Brazilian Santos, and I want to try that new Sumatra you mentioned last week," Elias said, his voice echoing against the corrugated metal walls.
By the time Elias made it back to his shop, the morning rush was already beginning to gather at the door. He hauled the first bag inside, the beans clicking like marbles inside the thick valve-sealed packaging that preserved their peak flavor. He dumped a scoop into the grinder, and as the first aromatic puff hit the air, he knew it was going to be a good day.
"I know, I know," Elias laughed. " Oxygen, light, heat, and moisture ," he recited like a prayer.
