By: Matthew Sprosty
Have we discussed the rules to reading this blog?
There’s really only one— you must have a warm (or ice cold) cup of coffee (preferably Odd Dog brand) somewhere within arm’s length. That’s it. That’s all folks. Much like Romance Novels must only be consumed with red wine and a crackling fire, the Odd Dog Blog (which, I just noticed, rhymes) can only be appreciated with the sweet, delicious coffee berry-derived liquid slapping at your tongue, warming (or cooling) your throat, filling your stomach, and revving your engine for the day.
Written By: Matthew Sprosty
I’m actually writing this as I drink my first ever cup of Odd Dog Coffee. The package came in the mail a couple of days ago, which was two days after I ordered it, and the first thing I noticed was the smell. Dear God, that delicious smell of real, roasted coffee. Not the smell you get when you tear some weird piece of plastic from a rubber can of processed beans that are who-knows-how-old, but the smell