A studio, not a shop.
Senimanmeans “artist” in Indonesian. We opened in 2008 because there was no place in Ubud where you could sit on an unhurried afternoon, ask the roaster what a honey process tasted like, and get a real answer.
Eighteen years later, the roaster is still in the room. The chair you’re sitting on was made five kilometres away. The fruit skin on your saucer was dried in Kintamani last Tuesday.
Coffee as a craft — like batik, like silverwork, like woodcarving — needs to stay near the hands that make it. So we kept ours near.
— the studio