Small roaster. Smaller batches.
Lost Angles is one person and, for now, a one-kilo Probat in a shipping container in London.
The best coffee I ever made was by accident, at home, from a bag of green beans and one video. I’ve spent the years since trying to do it again on purpose. That took a fifty-gram sample roaster, then a sixty-year-old Greek machine I rewired myself and set fire to once, and now the Probat, which takes a kilo at a time.
One kilo is the whole idea. Your bag goes on the drum after you order it. Nothing sits on a shelf waiting for someone to want it, and the date on the bag is the day it was roasted.
Microlots, a few sacks at a time, chosen by cupping rather than by the story on the sack. When one runs out it’s gone, and something new takes its place.
If you want to see what those few minutes on the drum involve, there’s a roaster through here. It’s faithful enough to burn.
Lose your way, find yours.