Pure carioca roots, that was him! Parents left Brazil in the 1960s, when a dictatorial regime conquered power within the country.
They escaped to Berkshire, a county one hour from London, and kept on doing what they knew and had learned from their land: coffee. With their savings, they bought a cozy tea and coffee bazaar in a nice neighborhood in the center of a small town. Soon after, their only son was born.
The child grew up assimilating British habits but with a Brazilian heart, to the rhythm of Samba and Bossa Nova.
To make the boy fall asleep as a child, his father told him wonderful stories about their homeland: a country full of colors, flavors and rhythm. A rhythm that smelled of life…