This photo was taken at the Mt Lawley Street Market. Long day… long night. Back then I was selling fresh juice — markets, festivals, cafés, IGA and bars. Wherever really. We were one of the first companies introducing cold-pressed juice to Perth. When I walked into cafés people would yell across the room: “The Juice man!” Always a warm welcome. Funny thing was, it was actually easier walking into cafés as a juice rep than a coffee rep. Juice wasn’t a threat. Just another option for the fridge. But here’s something I learned back then. When you know your product, you preach your product. 🙏🏽😁 Most of the juice recipes we sold were ones I put together myself, so I knew them like the back of my hand. Local produce. Meeting the farmers and their families. Understanding the health benefits behind every ingredient. When you know the story behind what you’re offering, you’re not really selling. You’re sharing something you believe in. I also believed juice did something coffee often doesn’t. It invigorated your emotions — not masked them. Coffee is different though. Coffee is emotional. People are deeply connected to their beans, their roaster and their routine. And with coffee, the barista has the final say. The farmer grows it. The roaster develops it. But the barista finishes it. When I was the Juice Man, my job was a little different. My role was to tell the stories. The farmers. Their families. The local produce. But also the passionate juicers back at the factory — washing, pressing and bottling every batch. Because in a way… they were the baristas of juice. The last set of hands before it reached the customer. And that’s what I was really selling. Not just juice. Intention. Coffee is the medium. People are the mission. ☕