Wildland Brew · Our Story

From Oregon forests to Volcán Tacaná

Not a brand story from a conference room — the path from fighting wildfires in Oregon to learning coffee on a biosphere-protected farm in Chiapas. One harvest, one cup, one wild place at a time.

Underneath Oregon's trees

I was born in Oregon, but my heritage is Native Mexican and Spanish. Under those trees is where I first loved the forest — at nine years old, watching them sway, knowing I had to bring that feeling to others.

I became a wildland firefighter. Years protecting our homeland forests taught me what wild places mean — and what we lose when we don't steward them.

Wildland Imports started small. The mission: bring you culture in its purest form — to fuel your next adventure.

"How could I show the joy I feel when I am in nature? How can I show this feeling of home when I stand in front of a mountain?"

Volcán Tacaná rises 4,060 metres — the second highest peak in Central America, in the Sierra Madre de Chiapas. That's where this story goes next.

The cherries come first

Before the roast, before the bag — cherries. Hand-picked on slopes cooled by altitude. Peeled and unroasted, they're called gold.

High altitude means cooler, nutrient-rich soil. Sweet, non-acidic, bold — completely organic, compost-fed, traditionally processed.

Picking cherries — Before they become the coffee we know

At the farm — Nelson's family farm — Chiapas, Mexico

I halted the rest of my trip

In Mexico I met Nelson. When he took me to his parents' coffee farm, I fell in love with everything. I stopped traveling and stayed — learning, working the fields, building a hut to keep workers dry.

What I learned: you can be successful and happy at the same time. That joy is what Wildland Imports exists to share.