I started drinking coffee in high school. It was mostly cream and sugar with a splash of coffee. In college, I got my gold card at Starbucks. Caramel Machiattos and Vanilla lattes were my go to. Then working 80+ hours and little sleep it then became a Americano or anything with an extra shot of espresso. Now, I do enjoy a special drink once in a while, however my daily cup is simple; black. No fluff.
If you had told me ten years ago, I’d be drinking a cup of black coffee everyday; I’d have thought you were crazy. I felt so special and adult-like carrying my “McCafe” into high school. But I didn’t like the taste of the main ingredient itself. It was the image and the feeling it gave me.
When I turned 21, I could drink a bottle of Moscato or Riesling. However, I couldn’t stand a sip of the lightest bodied red. Now I’d rather have the complex notes, nose, and feel of a full bodied Petit Verdot than a light and sugary easy-to-drink white.
It’s interesting how my palate has changed along with the growth and changes in my life. I’m less interested in the image that I present and more into the characteristics. It seems that over time as my focus, morals, and I, myself have evolved, so have my tastes to reflect that. Simple, yet refined with some character and flair; similar to my personality.
For now at least, black coffee, red wine, repeat…. well, throw in champagne to mix it up once in a while. 😉
Until next time, cheers! 🥂🍾
Coffee, Cats, & Champagne 