Tag: finca

taste

_____looking back,
___sip staring out
sideways__over dozens
of days’ cups, finca
fresh, sparkling,
remembered,
faded photo’s
simple perspective,
reductio admi-
ration.

this watery
pale cup
ghosth aunting
echoes of
finca’s crackle
opening palette,
now a copy of something
that does not
exist, endure.

does retrospection ask,
what’s next?

listening

listening to recent
talib kweli, gotham.
like this cup,
a long chain
of rich recollections
not quite met
by this time around.

“on mamas” has a bach
toccata on a bright
square-wave synth.
whose mama had an l.p.
of switched on bach that
found a turntablist’s palm?
that party’s ra rad radience
glowing with the fantasy
fiction, nostalgia.

“pick ya head up” grooves
enough to sneak like
“billie jean.” second
to last, “i’ll tell ya later”
picks up the shift.

what’s changed?

grind

14.3 g finca beans
left in the bag.

1.9.1 on the
timemore.

grounds sniff

brew

0.7 g spares poured in,
15.1 g total.

246.1 g water target.
246.0 g purified water
poured in by 1:00.

2:45 immersion time.
4:00 total.

last cup.

many thanks, l.s. + j.a.b.s!

[cup/1 · water/purified · listening/spotify · companion/unicorn · finca]

its been a few days.

heated 309 g purified water.

the timemore is still at 1.9.1, quite fine.
16.1 g finca beans.
3 spritzes, 4 shakes of r.d.t..

grounds sniff

the aroma is still delicious,
hard to describe, but not
as potent as it was closer
to the roast date
(2026-02-16). this is
likely the last full cup;
the bag is nearly done.

brew

measured 16.4 g, removed
0.4 to spares for 16.0 g dose.
256.8 g sizzling hot water
poured in by 1:06.
immersion of 2:45.
total brew time 4:00.

listening

“wilder” by ogre sound / robin ogden.
opening met first sip
in lidless patagonia mug.

satisfaction. rich, bold.
both, paired, form embouchure
enclosure, greet the day. chocolate
legendary, twinkling
sweetness glistening
tongue-edge.

organizism

vs organization
vs organ. an internal
boundary that, when
breached, breaks life’s bioelectric field
draining and
then ceasing
life.

to organize is
to sustain
life. entropy,
disorganization
is felt as friction
sliding into
death’s chasm.

[cup/1 · water/purified · workflow/rdt · companion/unicorn · listening/spotify · finca]

grind

heated 316 g purified water
planning 1.8.0 on the timemore
coarser … is that right?
finca is light-medium roast
wouldn’t that mean finer grind …

tried 1.8.4 instead of the 1.8.3 baseline.

measured 16.1 g finca beans,
then trimmed 0.1 g to the spares
for a 16.0 g dose. roast date
matches the guatemala bag just
finished: 2026-02-16.

3 spritzes r.d.t.,
4 shakes.

grounds sniff

brew

by 1:14, poured 256.5 g
purified water. active agitation
for the first 175 g, then
smooth clockwise spirals
in and out.

taste

tim hecker’s haunt me
before first sip, which
smacked sour, then
bitter on the right, in
the back. second shipped
same valence. when
holding the liquid
darkly focused with
language, gaze
sizzles on juicy
horizon: what does next
cup need? shorter
immersion, coarser grind.

the will to experiment
comes from the chaotic
central tendency
or curse.
break it
to rebuild it.
live with the broken
to inhabit the
builder’s spirit.

listening

haunt me, haunt me do it again
by tim hecker.

[cup/1 · water/purified · companion/unicorn · finca · workflow/rdt · listening/bandcamp]