At first sip, I got why they call it "choco." The taste carries a very strong chocolate current — sweeping, really. It couldn’t taste more chocolate without actually adding chocolate to it.
And, no, this is not a "flavored" coffee. It’s pure coffee beans, bought green, roasted by me on my apartment patio in a air popcorn popper yesterday afternoon.
This coffee is so freaking delicious it’s blowing my socks off.
There’s a raisin touch to it, too, a winey fruity note singing sweetly in tune with the chocolate-coffee combo. This is serious Sunday afternoon jazz coffee. This is happy wedding reception on the beach coffee.
Forget Jamaican Blue Mountain. Forget all those Costa Rican coffees that I love. This one has them beat.
This coffee is seriously rocking my world.
I roasted the beans to a very dark, shiny brown, but not black. I’m not an experienced coffee roaster — this is maybe my fourth batch in my life — but I’m doing something really right, and the beans that I’m getting from Sweet Maria’s are unbelievably wonderful.
Conclusion: This coffee is totally groovy. To the extreme.