A Haiku to Panama La Esmeralda Hacienda Gesha, frequently spelled (or misspelled, I’m not sure) Geisha, as in Japanese geisha
Fleeting like a glimpse
Your beauty is like no other
Now gone forever
And so it is. Today I sold my last 227 grams of roasted gesha. It was a magnificent coffee, one that I was fortunate enough to purchase for two years in a row, before that insane auction last May where Esmeralda Especial sold for $130 a pound green. Now the cat’s out of the bag, and it’s a celebrity coffee. This year I can only buy miniscule quantities at insane prices. Sometimes you have to know when to just say no. So, no.
I think it’s great that a coffee like this gets this kind of attention, and it’s capitalism at work. The farmers that produce this one are not the usual impoverished cooperative, but it’s still nice to see any kind of farmer really appreciated for what they do. Good on ya. But it’s out of reach for mere mortals now, and I would prefer to move on to find some exquisite, underappreciated bean from a farmer that can really use the premiums. Like our new Peru Piura FTO – that’s some damn fine coffee, too, and it ain’t $130 bucks a pound.
Of course I still have a little private stash. If I weren’t married, I would use it to woo a potential mate. But 16 years and two kids later, I’ll just drink it one day. If you are in search of a potential mate to woo, perhaps I’ll let you talk me out of my stash for some amount approaching what it will take to buy some of the current crop.