I'm Chris.
Based in Queensland on a picturesque island with my daughter, spending most of my life in a shed pulling things apart to find out how they work. I got an engine running on my own when I was about 12. I've been chasing that feeling ever since.
This machine took fifteen years. I spent ten of them failing to learn the software I'd need to design it, then I had someone lined up to get that sorted who never delivered. So I learned it myself. Every tedious line.
It does one thing that no other roaster does: it roasts for one person at a time. You tell me how the cup landed — good, bad, or not quite; and the next one moves toward you. Not toward what I think good coffee is. Toward what your palate says is right.
That's the whole idea. I've had long stretches where nobody asked me how I was going, and I know what ten quiet minutes with something made special is worth.
It's why this is a not-for-profit.
Ten minutes is a small thing, until it isn't.
So that's what I'm making. One bag at a time, for one hundred people.
