Don't buy preground coffee.
I'm obsessed with coffee.
Strong coffee, much strong coffee, is what awakens me. Coffee gives me warmth, waking, an unusual force and a pain that is not without very great pleasure.
I like cappuccino, actually. But even a bad cup of coffee is better than no coffee at all.
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.
On Saturday mornings I would walk to the Flavor Cup or Puerto Rico Importing coffee store to get my coffee. Often it was freshly roasted and the beans were still warm. Coffee was my nectar and my ambrosia: I was very careful about it. I decanted my beans into glass...and I ground them in little batches in my grinder.
Coffee in England always tastes like a chemistry experiment.
Coffe is the perfume of morning.
I like my coffee light.
If the coffee can taste so good with nothing else in it, then that's a good cup of coffee.
Nothing is quite as intoxicating as the smell of bacon frying in the morning, save perhaps the smell of coffee brewing.
I make a mean cup of coffee, if you give me the right ingredients.
The coffee shop smell was strong enough to build a garage on.
The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.
To me, the smell of fresh-made coffee is one of the greatest inventions.
I never had any coffee or anything like that. I just never tried it.
I'd never met coffee that wasn't wonderful. It was just a matter of how wonderful it was.
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.
A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.
Everything gleamed or glinted on TV in the '70s, from the 'flavor crystals' in Folgers coffee to the yellow dentures dipped in Polident and instantly restored to pristine, piano-key whiteness.
All cold brew coffee is more or less made the same way - by long-steeping coarse coffee grounds in unheated water - but it's not all created equal.
He liked the idea of coffee quite a lot—a warm drink that gave you energy and had been for centuries associated with sophisticates and intellectuals. But coffee itself tasted to him like caffeinated stomach bile.
Coffee justifies the existence of the word 'aroma'.
She didn't know what Liam made his coffee with, but it had to be magical sparkles and crack beans, because it was the most delicious stuff she'd ever tasted.
Espresso, made by steam expressing finely ground coffee, is rich in flavor and aroma and chlorogenic acids, but not very concentrated at all in caffeine.
