BH, if you ever make it to California again, you know the Fountain of Youth (as I call it) is open for you 24/7. 
Haha!! I think it was dented in shipping. But man, it’s cool to see coffee in such a strong container! Quality metal, for sure.
Karl, Ah, you don’t know my history with espresso? I should have it written up somewhere.
First, this video starts my journey with coffee
Becoming Men from Kyle Abbott on Vimeo.
A VERY brief summary following that video. Basically, I hated coffee of any kind, as you could see. However, shortly after that day, Papa got a Moka pot and the whole shabang to start drinking coffee again. As one who likes to be part of the group, I basically forced myself to like it. And this wasn’t even classy stuff. This was Starbucks beans, “extra-bold” (which means extra-burnt). I drank it every day until I eventually started liking it. I was actually liking it more than Papa was! In my ignorance, I considered it to be the peak of espresso perfection. I
Later on, Luke and I went to a karate training with our fellow karateka, Ekapol. As we were warming up, I was telling him about how I was liking espresso. Little did I know, he was an espresso enthusiast (which I didn’t know I would later become). He talked about ‘crema’, quality of grind and all sorts of things I had no idea about. This is what I would call, “The Awakening” (maybe I should write a heartwarming song about this saga )
With Ekapol’s help, I learned about real espresso shots. One ounce, naturally sweet and tart. Completely opposite of what I had believed what espresso nirvana was - 6oz of black, bitter as hell soot water.
And well, since then I got more and more into it (never even considered roasting my own beans before) until this happened!
