In the cup, it looked glossy and marbled. One of my friends and I later went over its appearance and both of us, oddly enough, thought it looked like a refined piece of wood. Think a nice, pretentious piece of mahogany.
In my mouth, the espresso felt heavy and smooth. It was like whipped cream, almost. I hadn’t even tried the fancy 'microfoamed' milk yet. While my palette was as-yet unrefined, I tasted some of the notes the barista had informed me about, orange in particular. This was a first.
From a new blog about learning to drink and make coffee. I love when people start blogs to track personal journeys!