Moonlit water.

Before automobiles, Kona nights were incredibly silent. The full moon poured its silver light over the mountainside, shining on the coffee trees and the sleeping farmyards and the glistening dark bay, where a steamship waited for sacks of these precious Kona beans. In each farmyard stood a little donkey, which the family would use to haul its crop to the pulping mill. Lonely, the donkey would bray out, and the farmer would wake and smile. “That’s our Kona nightingale.” Then he drifted back to sleep, happy to know that moonlight was soaking its magic into his crop. This dark-roast bean provides the finest classic Kona experience—a deep, resonant matrix of flavor with wine-tinged fruit tones and an exquisitely sweet finish.