Angry Whale 415 Roast

Angry Whale 415 Roast

There were two bags of this in her last shipments to me, so I combined them. Cupped separately, but one after the other.

I liked the line tagged last the bottom, “415 is the temperature these are roasted at,” or something like that. I’m from an era when singular area codes defined a person, being geographical as much as communication. All of Arizona was 602. Austin was 512. El Paso, 915. Dallas, 214 and Ft., Worth was 817. New Mexico, in its entirety, was 505.

Boston Red Sox have 617 on their sleeves, a patch that’s a nod to the Fenway and Boston Area Code (City Connect uniforms).

But this is supposed to be about artisanal coffee from Marin, not area codes. Funny, though, as it was appealing to see an area code still used to define a product.

It was good, but the other beans — thus far — have been better, or, at least more remarkable. It’s the pungent aroma carried by some of the Red Whale single-source beans.

Angry Whale 415 Roast

Red Whale 415 Roast

Angry Whale 415 Roast

Where the Red Whale 415 roast really started to shine? Iced coffee. Iced coffee on the way to Austin.

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