If you haven't made it to Williamsburg lately, take it from us: you're supposed to drink pour-over coffee now. That's right. Put some flowers your French Press, donate your Keurig to charity, whatever. Luckily, this bad boy pours it over for you. Because we both know you're not going to do it right unless you're a barista named Zev who's quietly fuming about the customer who asked to turn down the Neutral Milk Hotel a few minutes ago.