About us
Jack’s Campfire Coffee Company started with one dumb moment: first camping trip ever. Me, making coffee by the fire. Jack, pretending he wasn’t turning into a dogsicle under the tent.
Friend: “He’s freezing, man.”
Me: “He’s fine. He’s got fur.”
Looked over—shivering, ears flat, tough-guy act crumbling. I scooped him up, wrapped him in my blanket like a burrito, and pulled him close to the flames. He leaned in hard. Forgiven instantly.
That little moment stuck. Now every bag is named after him. Whole beans only—grind ‘em yourself, slow down, earn that first hot sip by the fire.
Not just coffee. It’s about slowing down, enjoying the outdoors, and savoring quiet, perfect moments—tail thumps, crackling fire, a hot cup in hand—with the ones who matter most (even if they steal sniffs).