Update: spent 3 hours at that tiny coffee bar in Pittsburgh...

The barista there poured a single-origin Ethiopian with a bloom that looked like a blooming flower and it was the first time I actually tasted blueberry notes, so has anyone else had a moment like that where a coffee suddenly makes sense?

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