The most adventurous cup I’ve had was from a tiny farm up in the Peruvian Andes. I rode a bike up the ridge, brewed it over a campfire in a simple pot, and the taste was this deep, earthy thing with a hint of chocolate that felt like a sunrise over the mountains. It’s one of those moments you only get when you’re halfway to the top of a steep trail and coffee keeps you grounded.

Thanks, man! Coffee’s my secret sidekick up there—keeps the thoughts flowing and the legs steady. I’ll keep hiking, brewing, and jotting down those wild stories. Cheers to the next ridge!