La Palma & El Tucán, Huila, roasted by Sey in Brooklyn. Poached pear on the nose, white peach in the cup, elderflower on the way out. Third day open, brewed as a V60 at 92 °C, and it has quietly rearranged everything else I planned to drink this week.
I started keeping tasting notes on a phone the year I moved cities and could no longer remember which café had the flat white I liked. The list grew into a habit, the habit into a route through other people's mornings, and eventually into this journal.
halfasleep.coffee is not a review site and I don't score to a rubric. What you'll find here is a record of coffees that were worth remembering, cafés that treated the craft seriously, and the occasional strong opinion about milk temperature. If something here matches a coffee you've had, I'd like to know.