You clearly haven’t gone down the ‘really good coffee ‘ rabbit hole.
Now it does get mouthgasmically good, but it also gets pricey.
Sometimes guests just sit and stare off into their mind and sip coffee I make them. Realizing every other cup their whole life has been a lie. It’s euphoric and depressing all at once. Gets worse when they realize I won’t do this for them every day... can’t ever go back once you have tasted nirvana.
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