Major Growing Regions and Seasons
The major growing regions and season are illustrated in the table below. The finest coffee is typically grown at altitudes of 1200 to 1700 metres, in a shorter winter growing season; the lower quality coffee is typically grown at altitudes below 1200 metres, in a longer growing season that lasts from late summer through to winter.
| Region | Altitude | Harvest season | Blend nature |
|---|---|---|---|
| West Valley | 1200-1650m | Nov-March | High fine acidity Very good body Very good aroma |
| Tarrazu | 1200-1700m | Dec-March | High fine acidity Very good body Very good aroma |
| Tres Rios | 1200-1650m | Dec-March | High fine acidity Very good body Very good aroma |
| Orosà | 900-1200m | Sept-Feb | Good acidity Good body Good aroma |
| Brunca | 800-1200m | Aug-Jan | Normal acidity Normal body Normal aroma |
| Turrialba | 600-900m | July-Dec | Normal acidity Poor body Good aroma |
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