The Origin Story
It started with a
pour over.
Picture this: Venice Beach, 2013. A fancy coffee shop. A guy in front of me orders a pour over. The barista starts swirling the kettle in these elaborate circular motions while pouring.
The customer, clearly impressed, asks: "Are those motions important?"
The barista, without missing a beat:
"It's not just important.
It's essential."
I thought: What a load of bollocks.
The water? Essential. The coffee beans? Definitely essential. But a hipster barista doing interpretive dance with a kettle? Come on.
That's when I realized: there's way too much BS in coffee. The industry had been hijacked by people who care more about feeling superior than about enjoying a great cup.
So we started Moustache Coffee Club—named after the most pretentious facial hair in coffee culture—as a bit of a joke. And a mission: get people access to the rare auction lots and exceptional coffees that the coffee snobs hoard for themselves. No gatekeeping, no BS.