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(Santa Maria de Dota, Costa Rica)
There are coffees for poets. Coffees for philosophers.
And then there’s El Capitán.
Grown high in the volcanic slopes of Tarrazú—between 1,550 and 1,950 meters—by the legendary CoopeDota Cooperative, this washed (eco-pulped) offering of Catuai and Caturra varietals doesn’t whisper. It commands.
A medium-to-dark roast, finished over post oak coals.
Smooth, steady, and self-assured.
Notes of cocoa bark, orange zest, and sun-dried plum.
This is the coffee you pour when maps are spread across the table, and the plan is bold.
When dawn comes early and the crew looks to you.
Not flashy. Not fussy. Just flawless execution.
El Capitán.
(Santa Maria de Dota, Costa Rica)
There are coffees for poets. Coffees for philosophers.
And then there’s El Capitán.
Grown high in the volcanic slopes of Tarrazú—between 1,550 and 1,950 meters—by the legendary CoopeDota Cooperative, this washed (eco-pulped) offering of Catuai and Caturra varietals doesn’t whisper. It commands.
A medium-to-dark roast, finished over post oak coals.
Smooth, steady, and self-assured.
Notes of cocoa bark, orange zest, and sun-dried plum.
This is the coffee you pour when maps are spread across the table, and the plan is bold.
When dawn comes early and the crew looks to you.
Not flashy. Not fussy. Just flawless execution.
El Capitán.