coffee heathens...

I have worked within the Emergency Medical System for many years. So far be it for me, to say that I am any sort of coffee prig. For I have imbibed on the seventeen hour pot many times. I have, however, experienced a truly fresh cup of coffee or two in my lifetime and know this:
1) it truly is better than sex and 2) it truly is better than great sex.

So when one has the opportunity to experience a delight such as a truly fresh cup of Bourbon Santos...aromatic, with just the right balance of bitter acids and dark body, one does not waste the nectar of Gods, nor does one extirpate the flavor and aroma by adding artificial flavors and sweeteners.

IS NOTHING SACRED!!!!

I watched in terror as I heard the little yellow packages of bitter surfactant torn open and unceremoniously dumped into the, dark and rich, prize. I was further dismayed...no horrified, when I saw the man tip up the bottle of Nestle Coffee Mate Coffee Creamer (French Vanilla) and further murder a beautiful wonder of the world. Then...

I nearly fell over laughing when the nectar exploded out of the cup with disdain.

What the "coffee heathen" did not know, obviously as uneducated in science as he is in the coffee drinking department, is that the phosphates and silicates in that unnatural mix of flavor imbuing yuck, overreacts to high temperatures.

I reverently set down my nectar as I continued to chuckle for fear that I might lose even a drop. When I could contain myself once again, I simply sat and enjoyed a truly unique, flavorful, fresh, and wonderful treat.