And his grandfather’s coffee was so strong and pure that just the smell of it had the same effect as drinking his grandson’s (which would get brought up every single time coffee was mentioned).
And I don’t mean the smell of it being brewed or roasted, but just the smell of the raw beans. Roasting and brewing came from someone chasing the old bean high from their youth.
Winding the clock forward, our coffee must be even weaker, weaker beyond words. Can you imagine how amazing coffee must have been in his youth?
The coffee in his day would wake up before you, make itself, and then wake you up by pouring itself down your throat.
And his grandfather’s coffee was so strong and pure that just the smell of it had the same effect as drinking his grandson’s (which would get brought up every single time coffee was mentioned).
And I don’t mean the smell of it being brewed or roasted, but just the smell of the raw beans. Roasting and brewing came from someone chasing the old bean high from their youth.