Canned coffee is sweeping the globe ... well, at least the United States. We follow up reviews from New Hampshire, California and Seattle with one from spittin' distance of Robert E. Lee's grave, courtesy of Jenny Siler.

The beauty of my Sapporo “Jack” coffee is not in the package in which it arrives: the Japan Post box with its blue and red markings that look more like art than words to me; the handwritten customs declaration that sheepishly announces its contents (one can coffee, one toy); the delicate ink stamp so redundant in its message, SMALL PACKET. Nor is the beauty in what I find inside: a photograph of the Harajuku vending machine from which this can was born; a note from an old childhood friend explaining where it was purchased and for how much, information that is almost mystical given my ignorance of the value of the yen and the geography of Tokyo.

Read more about how canned coffee arrived in Lexington, Virginia, at cannedcoffee.com.