Once upon a very sleep-deprived morning in a Brisbane backyard, two parents stared at their three wildly energetic daughters and thought, “We need stronger coffee… or a time machine.”

With no time machine in sight, Robert did the next best thing: he started roasting his own beans. Armed with a second-hand roaster and a stubborn sense of hope, he roasted, tasted, tweaked, and roasted again — chasing the perfect cup strong enough to revive the beautifully exhausted.

Word spread quickly. Friends, neighbours, and fellow
exhausted parents began “stopping by” (read: shamelessly inviting themselves
over) just to sip Robert’s magical backyard brews. What began as a hobby turned into a beautifully chaotic side hustle gone rogue - and so Bedlam was
born.

Named after the delightful chaos of parenting and everyday life, Bedlam isn’t just coffee - it’s liquid hope for overworked humans, sanity in a mug, and a reminder that even in the madness, good coffee makes everything a little better.