The daily rhythm of grinding for the press in anticipation of thick, rich, and even chewy, coffee has given way – perhaps because of possibly because of these endlessly recurring spring rains – to a strong desire for the cleanliness and clarity of a finer grind and a glass filter. This is a place where the discernment of favors and the aromatic nuances drift more like maple tree propellers falling through cloudless, bright sun than forcing themselves up through fine loam.
Certainly, there are beauties in both methods, of course. The press pot is wonderful for those mornings where the winter rain or snow is hanging heavily over the edge of the roof just as the late morning sun is warming it into an even heavier slop… in those moments, I need a coffee that can withstand the slushy plop as it slips over the gutter onto the front stoop. But when the desire for spring and summer rolls around, the feeling I want in the morning is fresh liveliness… and it’s the vac pot that can deliver.
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