My relationship with coffee dates back to the time I was born.

My grandmother, who was a fanatic coffee addict, spared no effort to give coffee to the family that including me.

I was only a few days old when my grandmother Francisca introduced me to coffee.

With her delicate fingers of a proud grandmother, she spread on my lips the drink of the gods. From that moment on, I was marked.

Everyone who knows me knows that I am fascinated by coffee and that I have a project. To pack coffee in two-liter bottles and sell them. But everyone criticizes me for that.

So I would like to change the opinion of others. On my side, there is nothing to change.

All thanks to my grandmother.