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I didn't drink coffee until I was 25 (British tea-drinking parents), and when I did, it was freshly roasted and freshly ground Kona coffee through a gold filter using nicely mineralized water. My girlfriend at the time ran a gourmet coffee outlet, and was amazed to learn I was a java virgin.
"Hey, that's pretty good!" I recall saying. "I could get used to this!"
The next day, I had "office coffee" from one of those foil-packet robusta machines at my work.
"Hey, that tastes like old sock sweat from a cancer-ridden hobo's laundry bag," I recall saying at the time. Then I spat it into a wastepaper basket. Vile stuff...wouldn't drown an enemy in it.
I can't think of a beverage it is easier to do wrong than coffee. Since then, I've been particular, to say the least.
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