It is a year, almost to the day, since I fi first met urban hop farmer Khaya Maloney. Looking back, it kind of sounded like one of those rendezvous your mom warned you about. I had “met” Khaya on Twitter and slid into his DMs to arrange a visit to his rooftop hop garden. “Set your GPS to Constitution Hill parking garage,” he had typed. “When you get there, the security guard will point out where I am.”
Our website uses cookies to improve your experience. Learn more about: cookie policy
Get our latest news straight into your inbox.