As she brews, so shall she drink ...
To the devotee, it's the solution to a problem.
To the detractor, it's the problem to a solution.
To the addict, it's imperative.
To the sober, it's inessential.
To the needy, it's a shot that changes the landscape in a second.
To the non-indulgent, it's a concoction to be avoided at all cost.
To the lover, it's a source of joy.
To the hater, it's a constant disease.
To me, it's inescapable.
To you, it's a choice.
How does one brew the perfect cup? One cannot because one's own taste is the boss. But the one rule to the exception applies: You can brew the perfect coffee, simply by loving it unconditionally.
Welcome to my world.
P/s: When I'm good and caffeinated, everything else is irrelevant. That being said, I'm not sure I'm being coherent right now. But you go ahead, have a cup on me!