Post by Bret Walker on Feb 21, 2002 13:46:17 GMT -5
I don't drink alcohol, and I don't use drugs, and I don't smoke. So there's really only one vice left for me: Coffee.
Coffee is more to me than a morning beverage. It is a dark elixir of life, from which all things are possible. My morning brew is a ritual that does not deviate an inch: filtered water from the bottle in the fridge, whole beans freshly ground in the mill grinder, the taunting sound of the brew, and the heavenly aroma of coffee-stained steam.
I drink coffee black. No cream, no sugar. I used to take it light and sweet, but I grew to love it in its purest form in the Army, where you could always get a cup of coffee no matter what godforsaken shit hole you were in, but you couldn't always get cream and sugar. Now I prefer the unadulterated and untainted taste of the naked brew.
I like it strong. I like mellow fruit and woody undertones. We're not talking Folger's or Maxwell House, here. We're talking premium whole bean coffees from Gevalia. Beans named after the exotic regions where they are grown: the Kona district of Hawaii, the Blue Mountain district of Jamaica, the Popayan district of Columbia, the Maragogype district of Mexico, Java, Surinam, Kenya, Guatemala.
Coffee is an obsession with me. At work, I'm known as a tea drinker, because I refuse to drink the unpalatable swill that they jokingly refer to as "coffee." I can't have a coffeepot at my desk, so I do the next best thing; I drink tea. But for me, tea is only a placeholder in my heart for my one and only true love among beverages.
I have seen wishlists on other people's sites, and it occured to me that I don't need a wishlist of that sort. If you want to know what I want, visit my favorite website. Anything found within is well within the boundaries of my "wishlist."
Gevalia
Coffee is more to me than a morning beverage. It is a dark elixir of life, from which all things are possible. My morning brew is a ritual that does not deviate an inch: filtered water from the bottle in the fridge, whole beans freshly ground in the mill grinder, the taunting sound of the brew, and the heavenly aroma of coffee-stained steam.
I drink coffee black. No cream, no sugar. I used to take it light and sweet, but I grew to love it in its purest form in the Army, where you could always get a cup of coffee no matter what godforsaken shit hole you were in, but you couldn't always get cream and sugar. Now I prefer the unadulterated and untainted taste of the naked brew.
I like it strong. I like mellow fruit and woody undertones. We're not talking Folger's or Maxwell House, here. We're talking premium whole bean coffees from Gevalia. Beans named after the exotic regions where they are grown: the Kona district of Hawaii, the Blue Mountain district of Jamaica, the Popayan district of Columbia, the Maragogype district of Mexico, Java, Surinam, Kenya, Guatemala.
Coffee is an obsession with me. At work, I'm known as a tea drinker, because I refuse to drink the unpalatable swill that they jokingly refer to as "coffee." I can't have a coffeepot at my desk, so I do the next best thing; I drink tea. But for me, tea is only a placeholder in my heart for my one and only true love among beverages.
I have seen wishlists on other people's sites, and it occured to me that I don't need a wishlist of that sort. If you want to know what I want, visit my favorite website. Anything found within is well within the boundaries of my "wishlist."
Gevalia