Back before Richard introduced me to better coffee, I’d just been an instant person. To me, there were only a couple of requirements for coffee in the morning:
- The coffee must be caffeinated.
- The coffee must be black.
I suppose for the large part that hasn’t changed. Some thought I would be really picky about my coffee because I drink it black.
The other day, Richard grabbed the Ironman Geisha, an apparently much more expensive, limited-edition roast. This isn’t my first coffee from Campos; I’ve been getting my caffeine supplies through Richard back when they still had the bigger and easier-to-open packages. I only never kept a record because I didn’t have as strong an opinion about the earlier standard roasts and blends I tried.
What do I think about this coffee? Well, let me share this conversation we had while we were having our caffeine dose this morning:
Me: I know what the taste reminds me of now.
Richard: What is it?
Me: Black bean sauce.
Richard: … Now I can’t untaste it.
I’m clearly not a coffee connoisseur. tongue