It started with memories.
Whenever my grandparents visited, they’d bring the bounty of Santa Teresita Farm: silk bananas, avocados, pituca, and, most unforgettable of all, our coffee.
When they left this world, the flavors of our childhood seemed to fade away too.
So I traveled to Chanchamayo, Junín, to see the farm with my own eyes. What I found was magic. The coffee trees stood proud and full, the beans brimming with potential. With just 10 grams, they release an aroma so fresh and clean, it’s like a warm embrace from the past.
I like to believe my grandparents are smiling, knowing that I’m sharing our family’s legacy with you.
From the farm, to your cup. A journey of love, tradition, and flavor.