I'm yet to find anything to top Hasbean's Monsoon Malabar.
Monsoon(ed) malabar is a fairly... take it or leave it... / unique / marmite coffee. IME... People love it or hate it...
I keep on meaning to try HB's offering - but've been put off by previous MMs I've tried... Which've always reminded me a bit of warm sewage, and... throbbing mustiness. Like rimming an antagonistic cat*.
e2a: oh. The college dean gave me a bag of Whittard MM last year, for fixing / altering / tinkering with his espresso machine.
That reminded me of confusion, warm underpants*, and Robusta. I also - fwiw - have a feeling that there's either some Robusta or some MM in
here. I couldn't work it out. Puzzled the hell out of me. Very strange blend. My feelings towards it went through a whole lot of ambivalence / confusion, and I think I ended up leaving about half a bag.
Just started on the Kenya peaberry.
Me tubes are still a tad clogged up, so all I can say is this tastes of coffee - gutsy, but smooth.
OK... I'm... interested, and kinda saddened... IME, the Muchoki peaberry (if that's the Kenya?) was one of the most crisp, acidic, fruity coffees I've drunk. When I sniffed it, it reeked of strawberries... In espresso, the sharp acidic brightness REALLY came through - almost like tangerines, or crisp oranges... With a very definite natural strawberry taste (not subtle strawberries, but 'oh fuck me strawberries') coming through more in filter / my lever machine (though the lever was a bitch to get it to work in).
Oh well! If it's good, it's good
*burying / immersing my head in a fat man's buttocks is probably a closer amalgamation of these two thoughts / tastes / impressions. Overwhelming, wrong, stuffy, intense, intimate, salty, airless, bewildering. On a similar vein, someone once described one of my favourite coffees as like cow manure, with a hint of urine and strawberries, but in a good way.