|The last cup. With Madame de|
Pompadour in the background
It was bittersweet.
The coffee, that is.
Still beautiful - still looking a stunning dark chocolatey colour with bubbles of freshness and swirls of flavoursome oils; with a fragrance that was a subtle aroma of sweet cocoa with something more that was ephemerally unidentifiable; a rich, smooth, thick texture; and fresh flavours displaying the bright and cheerful, bubbly citrusy notes I've come to know and love, underlaid with soft caramel, but with a very subtle coffee bitterness starting to show through. Maybe Miss Silvia over-extracted. Maybe it was my conflicted emotions affecting my perspective of the flavours.
But a great cup of coffee nonetheless.
Farewell Esmeralda. Until the next roasting ...