Heres a horror story straight that could be straight out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie; Im making a shot for my teenage boy proudly showing off my skills; its the last shot of a single-origin Brazilian so I get a new bag of my favourite Octavia blend from Belaroma. I make the shot and notice it runs through very fast and there is a sinister odour in the room; I tentatively put a finger in to sample the drop and recoil in utter disgust. I HAVE BEEN POISONED!!! I gasp for breath, take a swig of cold water hoping to dilute the poison; I really want to live long enough to find the culprit who would so mercilessly cut down a fine man in his prime. I throw the putrid puk into its knock-box grave; wash everything; check dose; is water fresh?; is my tamping off? has the grind been sabotaged? is this a sudden and overwhelming episode of advanced senility? has my technique become hopelessly scrambled?
I make another shot, only to be poisoned again by a bitter burnt horrid fluid; is my life really over so soon, I ask myself; I make another in a last ditch attempt to diagnose how this could have happened; ....poisoned again!!!
I take a closer look at the beans......ahaa.....something fishy in the state of denmark....the poison became clear.
The beans are oiler than usual; they are smaller than usual; and they are much darker than usual. As Im only five minutes away from Belaroma at Manly Vale I return the beans and they casually concur that indeed their "quality control processes" may have slipped up. The beans were shit.
Anyway, this horror story has a reasonable ending; they give me a replacement bag and after running some through the Rocky to get rid of the poison, I finally get a decent cup.
The moral of the story is dont always presume that your beans are safe......
I make another shot, only to be poisoned again by a bitter burnt horrid fluid; is my life really over so soon, I ask myself; I make another in a last ditch attempt to diagnose how this could have happened; ....poisoned again!!!
I take a closer look at the beans......ahaa.....something fishy in the state of denmark....the poison became clear.
The beans are oiler than usual; they are smaller than usual; and they are much darker than usual. As Im only five minutes away from Belaroma at Manly Vale I return the beans and they casually concur that indeed their "quality control processes" may have slipped up. The beans were shit.
Anyway, this horror story has a reasonable ending; they give me a replacement bag and after running some through the Rocky to get rid of the poison, I finally get a decent cup.
The moral of the story is dont always presume that your beans are safe......
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