Papua New Guinea Roast: The Dachshund of Coffees

Imagine a coffee that struts into your morning like a dachshund who’s absolutely convinced he’s a Great Dane: small in stature, enormous in personality, and utterly shameless about begging for whatever’s in your cup.

This Papua New Guinea medium roast is exactly that dog.

It greets you with the sweetest, smoothest come-hither eyes—waves of caramel and honey that melt on the tongue like a wiener dog rolling over for a belly rub. Then comes the cheeky fruit brightness, a playful nip of tropical mischief that reminds you this little guy has some spunk under that sleek, low-slung frame. Grown at 1350 m in the volcanic loam of Chimbu Province by small cooperatives (think a whole pack of determined short-legged farmers), it’s fully washed and sun-dried, giving it that polished, glossy coat and an irresistible shine.

One sip and it’s already parked under your table, sausage body quivering with hope, big brown eyes locked on your mug. “Just a little slurp,” it seems to say. “I’m so smooth, you won’t even notice I’ve stolen half your coffee.” You tell yourself no, but those caramel-honey notes keep weaving around your senses like a dachshund weaving between your ankles. 

Bold enough to demand attention, sweet enough to get away with murder, and always, always convinced it deserves whatever you’re having—this PNG roast is the four-inch legs, twelve-inch attitude coffee you never knew you needed.

Go ahead. Share a splash with the little beggar. He’s earned it. He’s just so… smooth.