Funny, I 've only had a cup of Blue Mountain coffee twice in my life, mostly because the price was a big deterrent. However, the cups I did haver were delicious and similar in flavor to what you've described.

The gift-giving culture in Cambodia is very similar, but the war and genocide have made them a different people. Example: If I tried to gift a Cambodian friend with a new pair of flip-flops, they would likely refuse this extreme act of kindness until I literally forced it upon them.

Now, should my neighbor be without his/her flip-flops, and need to run in town to get some groceries, they might very well borrow your shoes from outside your door without asking. Countless times I've gotten dressed up, opened the door and realized I was shoeless until one of my neighbors returned home. Strangely, I miss these social interactions from here in Suriname, where we are lucky to have a conversation with someone outside the home once or twice a month.

My eyes are on I-thiopia now, where the coffee game began.