Went into my local health food shop last week and they have been seduced into selling things from Clarkson's Diddly Squat Farm.
The coffee alone says it all - a blend that seems to have all the grace of a diplomatic incident. One can only wonder what possessed them to mix the earthy richness of Indonesia, the bright acidity of Kenya, and the smoothness of Colombia into one confused cup. It's like trying to have three conversations at once, and none of them are particularly interested in each other. It’s like they’ve tried to mask the original confusion with a dessert tray comprising chocolate, spices and honey. The result? A cup that can't decide if it’s a coffee, a confection, or a desperate plea for attention. More likely the latter.
As for the tins.....
The man's canny though and caters for the perennial teenager who will fall for it and gladly part with their money to swell his coffers.
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