My first anaerobic coffee was on a café terrace in Paris — an Ethiopia from Sidama, fermented 72 hours without oxygen. It tasted like ripe fruit. Nothing like the coffee I knew.
For years it was my morning. Then I moved to New York and couldn't find anything close. What I did find was usually too wild to enjoy, different in every batch, or sold with more marketing than information.
So I started making the coffee I couldn't buy.
— Alex, founder
I'm a data scientist; I spend my days tuning variables. Coffee obsesses over origin and altitude but leaves fermentation — the variable that changes the cup most — to chance. So I went looking for the producers who don't. The wild lots I tasted along the way set the standard: controlled, not funky. Consistent, not lucky. Specific, not vague.
Anaerobic is the coffee I couldn't buy. Sealed environments, measured hours, named variables — a cup that tastes like the fruit it came from.