
Est. 1972
California, USA
A note from our barn
Made on a small family farm.
We started bottling lattes the same way grandma made them — one pour, one cow, one sunrise at a time. Every can carries milk from our herd of A2 jerseys grazing the same pasture they have for fifty years.
No seed oils. No syrups pretending to be food. Just a happy tummy and a real good morning.










