365 by Whole Foods Market, Hometown Blend Whole Bean Coffee, Medium-Light Roast, 24 Ounce

I use this coffee in my pour over coffee. It has a robust taste but is easy to drink and is smooth.

I've got these beans on subscription. That's how much I like this coffee. Great value for the money. And I've got it timed so that I don't run out!

I agree with others that the bean smell isn't a lovely but playing with the grind and amount per cup/pot the taste is rich and bold, here the aroma is lovely.

Wow wow wow! I'm so impressed by this coffee. The Vienna roast is surprisingly good! I make pour over coffee, so I expect the coffee to be weaker because of this - not the coffees fault, mine for having terrible luck with coffee machines. This blend is amazing and a pretty good value for money. It's a good amount of coffee for the price. The flavor is INCREDIBLE. Darker roast with a hint of dark chocolate, very smooth and pleasant. Definitely a gentle but solid way to start off the day... I'm excited to try out the other flavors, too. Overall, I'm very pleased by this coffee. However, if you use too much the taste is overpowering... I usually have to use a bit more for pour over coffee - this stuff is better used in a smaller amount, for me.

It’s one of my personal favorites.

Good price, but definitely low quality. More of a dark roast than anything light, and is very bitter and drowned out flavors.

Excellent Taste. Excellent Smell. Loved everything about it. Big fan! Strength is perfect.

This coffee stinks - literally! First try with this coffee and my last. I am a lifelong coffee drinker, and one of the finest joys in life is that aroma of opening a new bag of coffee beans - expertly roasted - from far away lands that promise a delightful cup of heaven and morning tolerance. Opening this bag...Barf-a-ronnee! What was it like you ask my dear addicted Amazon friend? Close your eyes and imagine a putrid toe-hair curling aroma akin to - if The Walking Dead had smellovision, combined with microwaving raw shrimp, and that flee or fight primal instinct triggered by the nearest port- a- potty outside a county fair sushi stand...all donating their nasal assaults onto 2 lbs of hellish arabica barbaric beans. A million questions instantly lit dark recesses of my brain that were not instantly corroded by the insanity seeping from this 2 lb brick of hell. "Why Me? What just happened? Did a hog truck spill a load on a nearby turnpike? Did the Mayan's predict this armageddon? Did we leave wet towels in the washing machine again for several days? The sun had barely risen above the horizon, as my hound dog excitedly rounded the kitchen corner on his way to his food dish and morning breakfast. He stopped dead in his tracks with heart crushing fear in his eyes. End of story - one smell stopped him dead. Ok. In all seriousness, his muzzle and super-canine sniffer were a cruel punishment on this dreadful morning, as he slowed to a crawl and appeared both confused and alarmed. I followed his now bloodshot eyes to the bag of burnt oily husks that I was gripping with white knuckles - too afraid to let it go and too afraid to hold on. One ear piercing Timberwolf like soul stirring howl and he bolted back to a corner of the house where our whole home air purifier was working overtime. He is a smart dog! As a man who appreciates bravery, although until this morning never having the chance to prove my courage, with a surgeon's skill and chess master focus, I closed up the wound on the bag so tight (so I thought) an astronaut or deep sea diver would be proud of me. I opened our lazy susan and while desperately trying to remember the protective words from the priest in The Exorcist, I placed the bag of beans on the first rotating shelf and placed a kitchen hand towel embroidered with - God only gives you what you can handle - over the bag. An hour or so later, the exact time is still in question due to what I believe was either a vapor induced blackout, an alien abduction or my wife lying to me, she found me sitting in my backyard clutching my Jura machine in one hand and a tablet in the other while typing All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy over and over into my Amazon search bar. When I came to, I remember her asking or more accurately proclaiming that a small animal (maybe not that small and maybe not an animal) is rotting in the lazy susan and for me to extract it immediately. I told her that I think it is the new coffee from Whole Foods. I knew the look she was giving me immediately, "Oh sure!" Hearing her claims of my mild exaggeration over the decades, I knew this was no Chicken Little tale. This was it! Her last words before she left me for parts unknown were this - "Show me!" I caution anyone that finds offensive very organic odors to be ready for a cup of whoop arse that you will undoubtedly open on yourself.