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July 2012

Barista Savant

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Clouds broke (though it was already sunny), angels sang (despite the fact they are harpists), and my taste buds danced (even though they are, well, you know, attached to my tongue). This was a kick-ass cup of coffee.

Whoring for Coffee

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Hi. I’m Scott. This is me. I’m a musician. This is also me. Really. I kid you not. These things happen. What I am not is any sort of coffee expert. In fact, take whatever you imagine a coffee expert to be and I am probably the opposite.… Read More »Whoring for Coffee

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