If you’re ever been to the West Coast, you know about the fog. The way it’s thick enough to cut with a knife, the way it carries the smell of salt water and seaweed through the streets, and the way it demands, above all else, wool socks and the finest cup of coffee. On the edge of Ucluelet, BC, Canada, surrounded by the majesty of West Coast wilderness and wildlife, we practice the craft of producing that very cup every day.