Elena Vasquez

The pour is unhurried and so is the room. Bergamot up front, then a dark-cherry middle that keeps unfolding for a full minute after the cup is gone. The best Yirgacheffe I’ve had this side of the roastery.

Exacting to the point of severity, and the cup earns it. Rose and papaya, finishing like a cold-steeped darjeeling. Worth the line.

Nordic-light and a little austere today — the citrus reads more pith than juice. Still articulate, still worth the walk up 23rd.