Stella BlueFresh Ground Coffee | Electric Avenue Blend | 100% Arabica Dark Roast | Rich and Bold Flavor with Subtle Smokiness | Ethically Sourced from Central America | 12 oz Bag | PAWS SupportRainforest AllianceRainforest AllianceRainforest AllianceRainforest Alliance

Love big cat Stella and coffee so this was a no brainer.Tastes great- plus love that they donate some proceeds to animal shelters.

This coffee is delicious we are monthly subscribers and will never go back to any other coffee!

Stella Blue Electric Avenue is a great dark roast for the price. I enjoyed the iced latte I made this morning with it. The coffee smells excellent also. I like that the bags of coffee Stella Blue uses are sturdy and don't fall apart easily. A few other brands I've used locally had much more flimsy bags and closures which caused me to have to store the coffee in a separate container. This is good coffee and it's a securely package fresh style of bag for it, too. I'll probably buy it again!

Everything BC produces is amazing, coffee is no exception

Often under-appreciated reader,For those that are unfamiliar with my story, my name is Henry. I’ve been playing golf for 6 months now. Like so many unhappy late 20s adults, the sport has completely consumed my free time. It steals precious moments away from me that could be spent with family & friends, it dominates my thoughts at the office, and truly continues to take more from me than I ever imagined possible.I am fortunate enough to have done fairly well in my career from a financial standpoint. A well-informed, some might say lucky, and carefully calculated decision in my early 20s landed me in a position to make more money than I ever imagined possible. Due to this fact, I have completely skipped over that well-understood transitional right of passage in golf, where one learns the game in the shadows of some overgrown municipal course, tirelessly working to perfect his game among Water Moccasins and Banana Spiders, retrieving balls in the woods and water. I have instead jumped directly to the Country Club scene, as I absolutely deserve given my string of successes off the course, playing rounds with retirees and pension fund kids who have had the great privilege of years upon years of practice. I have played some of the best courses on the east coast, with renowned celebrities and golf personalities alike.Here is my dilemma, gentle reader. A dilemma that Stella Blue did a great deal of leg work in helping remedy. I AM A TERRIBLE GOLFER. Committed reader, I beg you to hear these words again. I AM A PAINFUL, PITIFUL, SAD EXCUSE OF A GOLFER. I am the golfer on the first tee whose partners scramble for falsified excuses, desperate attempts to escape 18 rounds with me. “Oh, I left my glove in the clubhouse, you go on ahead man, I’ll fall in with the next group.” When players aren’t so lucky to escape a round of 18 with me, rounds drag on into 5 and 6 hour ordeals. I can only imagine the conversations going on with their spouses when they finally arrive at home. “Honey I’m sorry, we played with this guy who absolutely and completely just couldn’t figure it out. No baby, please don’t take the kids, you’re crying I don’t want you driving at night upset. I promise I won’t play anymore. Please don’t leave, your mother’s house is more than an hour away. I love you, please don’t leave.” I can’t even begin to fathom the events I have set in motion, the family units I have broken up while scuttling through the brush searching for my Taylormade TP5 that everyone knows in their heart of hearts is in someone’s pool a fairway and a half over.I understand, fairest reader, that this sort of behavior is welcomed at municipal courses. The unwritten understanding of our great sport is this; Dedicate your time on poor courses, grow as a player, and as your game becomes stronger then graduate to nicer courses where one can maintain pace of play and shoot respectable scores. I know this to be true. The problem, invested reader, goes back to my current financial position. I am fabulously well to do and have no business intermingling with the trash one might encounter on a municipal course. Trash, of course, in the sense of poor people and even poorer still course conditions. The fact of the matter is this; my game is on par with those poor people playing municipal courses, those slaving laborers who work with their hands and heads and long for a reprieve from the work week. Those small-minded individuals who are far inferior to me in all ways, except of course, in their golf games. How can I step my game up to country club levels without putting in the time, work, and effort normally necessary? Well, I’m glad you asked.Enter Stella Blue. This coffee has done WONDERS for me on the golf course. I can’t explain it curious reader, but it’s as if something has reached down and touched my swing. The ghost of Jack Nicklaus or someone like that. One cup of Stella Blue in the morning before my tee-time and I’m off to the races, striping drives and intermingling with trust fund managers all the day long. It’s joy, plain and simple. The joy of reaping real world benefit, without real world work. Stella you mutt, you’ve done it again. I can’t say thank you enough. I can’t say thank you enough on behalf of the families you’ve helped keep together, on behalf of retirees on teeboxes two holes over whose lives are no longer in danger from my drives. When words fail Stella, I’ll just say thank you again!Well, I’m off to attempt to sit on a travel sized bottle of shampoo in the shower.Best as always, Country Club Hank!(46 please)

I do like this coffee, it’s mild and flavorful. I sometimes mix it with a stronger coffee to help tone the strong coffee down. The title amuses me.

Absolutely delicious.

The only coffee I can drink black!