POCAS CAFE VIETNAMIEN

We have arrived, dear friends! This is our last coffee, the omnibus is almost complete! This one comes to us from Fresh International Market, but it wasn’t part of my original shopping excursion. This was around day 12 or 13 I think, I was at Fresh International to pick up some groceries. This was shelved with the cans of boba tea, it comes from the same manufacturer. We end on a most interesting one, this is our largest can and our cheapest per ounce, making this the best valued drink that you can realistically get under normal circumstances. This also may have the most fat, sodium and sugar, but the proportion of stuff to liquid changes around and eh whatever.

To pull the curtain back more than I already have, today is the first day of the school semester, my last semester of college. Coffee is going to go back to being a tool that helps me wake up in the morning more than it is a delicious delicacy. Coffee has to be consistent, and making it the same way every day accomplishes that. I’ve gotten so used to every cup of coffee I have each day be different, sometimes great and sometimes bad, that going back to my standard routine. This coffee asked me to shake well, and I did. When I opened it it spewed small drops of coffee all over my desk and walls. My Van Gogh postcard, post-it notes, and egg shell white wall itself are now splattered with coffee. I am going to lose my deposit.

It could be said that this coffee project is a representation of my awful winter break. I have no stability, every day I have to drink coffee from a can instead of making it myself in my own little coffee ritual. I come back to college, to my own apartment, hoping that everything will instantly become better. It hasn’t, because of course it hasn’t. I carry some of the ghosts of this, uh, coffee thing with me and when I go to crack into them they splatter all over my walls. But you know what? A wet rag and those droplets of coffee came right off. It can get better, I just have to work for it. Shoot, this whole thing wasn’t supposed to have a message or moral, it was just meant to be coffee! Art imitates life or whatever, I guess.

How does it taste? Java monster with more saccharine flavor. It’s bad.

FLAVOR SCORE-3/8

VALUE SCORE-8/8

if this were Aliens, now would be when Bishop gets run through by the xenomorph queen.

LA COLUMBE RETURNS!!!

This was a christmas gift from my mimi, my dear sweet mimi, who saw this in some store or another and decided to torture me with even more cofees. I can't do a review of this one fully, because I don't know much it cost and I don't care enough to ask, but I can drink it. i didn't chill it, but I did shake well. Much like the Pocas, the extra pressure added from 3000 feet of elevation got to this one and it exploded everywhere. I had the foresight to open it over the sink, though, so crisis averted. I mainly wanted to see if this one also tasted like Karo when room temperature, much like the other Columbe we talked about. It was good. It was quite good. Maybe a 6 out of 8 on flavor? It had the tiniest bit of that karo taste but didn't taste like oat milk too heavily. It was really good! Now I kinda wished I did chill it and give it a proper chance, oh well!

Out the airlock it goes!

This is MarcieBee, last survivor of the Omnibus, signing off. January 13 2025.