My mom got us a pound when she was in the US, cause it's much cheaper there than it is in Stockholm. Don't know the exact beans here. We roasted them, a darker medium roast or whatever you'd call it. There definitely was a second crack but they didn't turn black, as in a full french roast.
We brewed them in her moka pot... poured it in our respective cups... took a few sips of the coffe juast as it was... very tasty indeed! But with its clear acidity I thought that this coffee can probably take a little milk. I don't know if that's heresy but we both poured some hot milk into it and... it was heaven!
We just sat there, took a sip or two and moaned, heved deep sighs and took another sip... I nearly cried... there was, with the milk added, something very chocolaty about the taste. Mild and yet fresh. I could describe this better in swedish. For the last mouthful left in the cup we both tried to add a little more milk but that was the wrong way to go.
This was by far the best coffee I've ever had. I had some this morning too. The Kenyan coffee I have is relatively close to this but this was milder, in a good way. And had a more complex taste. I have a new habit, a new urge. It won't matter wht this costs here in Sweden, I'll be buying it in the future. I will certainly drink other kinds of coffee but the thought of living without this... it's just too painful.