We started Aurora in a converted bicycle shop on the south side of Asheville with a used drum roaster, a kitchen scale, and a notebook full of questions about why most coffee tasted the same.
Six years on, the shop has grown a little quieter. We roast twice a week, in two-kilo batches, on a 1957 Probat we call Greta. Every lot is logged by hand — bean temperature, drum speed, the moment the first crack settles into a slow patter like rain on tin.
We buy directly from three farms: a cooperative in Yirgacheffe, a single estate in Huila, and a third-generation farmer in Nyeri. We pay above market and we visit when we can. The rest is restraint — light enough to taste the place, never so light it tastes like an idea.
Meet the lots