Found where the first light touched the pines and the trail had not yet decided where it was going.

Bigfoot's Sunrise Expedition Roast is a smooth, small-batch medium roast crafted for the first map unfolded on the tailgate, the first boot print in fresh dew, and the quiet confidence that today might finally answer a question older than the forest itself.

Roasted by hand on a small drum roaster, it offers a balanced, easy-drinking cup with gentle sweetness, a full, satisfying body, and a clean finish worthy of the first light breaking through the trees. Strong enough to start an expedition, smooth enough to enjoy long after the trail disappears.

Each bag features original Duff & Shaw expedition artwork and a recovered field journal from a morning that began with coffee and ended with evidence no one would believe.

A cup worthy of first light and impossible trails.

Details

☕ Small-batch medium roast coffee
🌅 Smooth, balanced, naturally sweet, and endlessly drinkable
🔥 Roasted by hand on a small drum roaster
🧭 Bigfoot-inspired collectible expedition artwork
🎁 A strange and excellent gift for coffee drinkers, campers, hikers, cryptid hunters, and collectors of unusual provisions

Great For

Great for medium roast coffee drinkers, early risers, campers, hikers, and anyone who likes a smooth morning cup before the trail is fully explained. A fine gift for Bigfoot fans, Sasquatch hunters, outdoor adventurers, coffee lovers, and collectors of unusual expedition goods.

Lore Report

The sun had barely reached the tops of the pines when he arrived.

No crashing through the underbrush. No dramatic entrance.

Just a large figure already sitting on the fallen log opposite our campfire, warming his hands around a tin mug we were quite certain had belonged to us only moments before.

He nodded politely.

We put another pot on.

The forest came alive around us as the morning mist lifted through the cedars. Birds called. Squirrels argued. Somewhere in the distance, something much larger snapped a dead branch with casual indifference.

He drank in silence, studying our map with obvious disappointment before turning it upside down and pointing to a place that did not exist.

We searched there anyway.

By sunset we'd found fresh tracks, an abandoned lean-to woven from cedar boughs, and a kettle still warm over a fire with no one around it.

Back at camp, our own coffee pot had been cleaned, refilled with spring water, and several sticks arranged in an odd message. We couldn’t read it, but the meaning was clear anyway.

"Earlier tomorrow."

We've set the alarm ever since.