It is the year two thousand and eighteen. I have bourbon and cigars. Life is currently good up here on the frozen tundra.
First off, I love the crisp white bags with the Spyhouse logo printed on them. I always feel all ooh la la when I carry one down the street.But I digress. Secondly, I do not have any negative feelings towards Spyhouse but they really don't make a good cup of coffee or espresso and that is simply my opinion and really; who the fuck am I?