I grew up in Côte d'Ivoire, in West Africa. Mornings there began with coffee — bold, rich, the kind of cup that wakes up your whole body and fills the house with its smell. It wasn't just a drink. It was family. It was home.

When I came to America, I went looking for that same cup. I never found it. The coffee here was thinner, quieter — it didn't taste like the mornings I remembered. So I decided to make it myself.

I named it Sundiata Sip, after a great king of West Africa, because that's the spirit I want in every bag — bold, proud, unforgettable. I built this brand to share the coffee I grew up loving, the flavor that still tastes like home to me.