Coffee is an experience.

I first learned this when I was five years old. No, I wasn’t ordering macchiatos or throwing back double shots of espresso in my elementary school days (please trust me when I say that my parents were responsible).

But, I WAS granted a small sip of delicious java.

As I clutched a hot chocolate, my father allowed me the tiniest sip of his coffee from the mom-and-pop cafe he would visit each week.

And as small of a sip as it was, I remember it distinctly. Fresh, aromatic and robust, my father only put a small amount of cream and one packet of honey in his coffee — the quality of the coffee at that shop was so high, you didn’t need to dilute the taste with sweeteners (and the hot chocolate was pretty good too).

When I got old enough to order my own coffee and espresso-based beverages, my passion for great coffee grew, and wonderful experiences accompanied that passion.

In college, my friends and I would bemoan our late nights in the school library cramming for midterms (which, in all honesty, may have been the consequence of adolescent procrastination). We would make it through these nights with no foam soy lattes, extra hot caramel macchiatos, nonfat with whip mochas, and americanos with three packets of SplendaⓇ and whole milk.

And sometimes we just relied on a drip coffee maker to brew as many pots as was needed to keep up our GPAs.

We complained we laughed, we studied, and we grew closer. Coffee had a front row seat to friendships that would last only until graduation — and others that have stood the test of time.

A freshly brewed pot of coffee made the sweetest slice of pumpkin pie even sweeter during a trip home for the holidays with my family.

A cup of coffee warmed my fingers that were TREMBLING from nerves while I was on a first date. Holding onto that cup and sipping the warm liquid helped calm me until I was enjoying myself so much, I was able to let go.

Coffee was a necessity every single morning when I got my first “adult job” and it helped ease the tension that came with each “first day on the job” as I navigated my way through different career paths.

I don’t have any first days on the job at this point, but coffee remains a centerpiece when it comes to getting my mornings started.

“Want to grab a cup of coffee?” This is a question I’ve both asked and received numerous times over the years.

Those cups of coffee led to reconnecting with old friends, making new friends, and starting relationships that would help me grow as a person.

My passion for coffee has followed me through so many experiences. I don’t know if I’d say that coffee made memories, but it definitely enhanced and helped to solidify many wonderful moments.

That’s why I’m proud to share my passion and knowledge with you through Pound Coffee.

Whether you are shopping for an espresso machine, a burr grinder, a cold brew coffee maker, or simply want to learn more about the wonderful world of coffee, I’ve got you covered.

Coffee is an experience. And here at Pound Coffee, I’d like to share these experiences with you to help you make memories that last a lifetime.