This grand five-bean blend traveled all the way from the equator just to join you on the end of the dock. Talk about getting “up north.”

Campsite mornings, some with a chill and a little tent-dew dampness, until the fire is going, the coffee’s on and breakfast speaks to you from the skillet.

They used to roll dice to see who paid, and the coffee was strong, black – as flavorful as the conversation. This is their blend. Enjoy it daily, like they did.

Hot and cold: you never knew what you were going to get from a timberman. But this Far East blend is so vividly flavored, you’ll enjoy it, well, hot or cold.

Sometimes, you just need something to carry you through. To get you over the hump, as it were. A cup of this heavy-roasted richness, and it’s smooth sailing.

Come in, come in and warm yourself. Wrap your tingling fingers around a cup of this fine-roasted blend and let all that frosty melt away.

Nothing clears your head like a little water on the rocks. That, and the steam rising up from a cup of this smoky-roasted elixir.

This rugged roast is waiting there: on the counter, that’s next to the stove, that’s in the cabin, that sits by the shore, that’s under the sun, that reflects on the waves, that you call north.