Paul’s the delicate type. He cares about the details so much, in fact, that he can even seem nervous and finicky at times. “Hey, Paul,” I say, watching him wash his coffee beans over and over again, “aren’t they clean enough?” He shakes his head. “Not quite yet. Gotta get the taste as pure as I can,” he says. It might seem excessive, but that fine-tuned sensitivity comes through in the tastes of Paul’s coffee. For him, washing the beans means perfecting the flavors. He’s a serious, stubborn perfectionist—which can make him seem a bit intimidating. It took us about a year to work our way over some initial barriers, in fact. Still, I knew I could trust him. For Paul, what’s good is good; what’s bad is bad. Seeing how he embodied that clear-cut, honest perspective on the world, I always got the sense that fairness and openness were big parts of who he was. Our relationship has since developed into a strong bond, one that’s now both a close business partnership and a tight, easygoing friendship.