An Island Tale
As with many a memorable cup, ours started with an adventure…
It was raining in Waialua. And Victoria Lynden, searcher and seeker, was on a moped, exploring Oahu’s rugged north shore and aiming for Sunset Beach, where the scenery was said to be sublime and the surfing even better. But rain turned to downpour and downpour became squall. Refuge was suddenly required.
Pulling off by the sea in Haleiwa, she found a fresh-brewed aroma drifting through the raindrops and took shelter in a tiny tin shack whose crudely written sign said, simply, COFFEE.
Patched with scrap wood, the ceilings falling in, a lone bulb dangling on a tattered cord. But oh, that coffee scent. Incredible. Magical. Mesmerizing. Drenched and freezing, the porcelain mug warmed her hands. The remarkable brew inside changed her life.
She returned each day. Met John, the roaster, and learned the islands’ unique slow-roasting process. Then she brought it back to Austin and made it her own. Named after the Kohana, the small flower whose elegant white petals unfold to herald the arrival of the coffee bean, the result is the world’s most pampered roast and the truest, most deliciously honest coffee it’s possible to savor.
Grown organically. Roasted slowly. Brewed obsessively. You’ll taste adventure in every cup and fall in love with coffee all over again.