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Alright, I’ll admit it. I’m a coffee snob. My years of living in Seattle taught me one thing: there is no point in drinking that dreck Starbucks advertises as java. Blech. (sorry, Margaret!) Seriously, it’s a why bother for me.

So, you can imagine how I feel about coffee that comes in say, an aluminum tin. Or in those big self-serve plastic bins in the coffee aisle at your local grocery store. And flavored coffees…(excuse me while I fall down on the ground in a mock-epileptic fit.) Drama queen.

But there’s a catch. Every year, about this time, Millstone puts out flavored coffees that smell so good you can’t help but stop and take a whiff. Or, I can’t. Breathing in I calm my body, breathing out I’m buying cheap crap coffee from a plastic bin in my local grocery store’s coffee aisle which is sold right next to that swill sold in aluminum tins. I just can’t resist Holiday Spice. And Peppermint Stick. Millstone should market this stuff as potpourri, because it’s not coffee… not by half.

But it’s not really consuming it, if all I do is breathe it in and get high. Right?