Shoot Me In The Head Coffee Bar and Roastery

your hands shake slightly as you sip shoot me in the head's sumatran mandheling. not from caffeine nerves. from the sheer intensity of what they've pulled from those wet-hulled beans. the jakarta roastery treats their gayo like precious cargo, coaxing out earthy notes that taste like rich soil after monsoon rains. each cup carries the weight of sumatra's volcanic highlands. this isn't coffee for the faint-hearted. it's liquid courage in ceramic form, bold enough to wake the dead.