I grew up a chocolate lover, not a coffee drinker.
The aroma of those beans was mesmerising enough to try it repeatedly, but the taste was too bitter to turn it into a habit.
One day someone suggested I try a mocha, rather than my usual hot chocolate, and my life was transformed.
My sister (also a non-coffee drinker) shook her head in disgust when I described this new hot drink sensation and said it was a matter of time before I progressed to the cappuccino, latte, espresso and, finally, died a hard-core, caffeine-injecting junkie.
But I haven't changed. I've stayed true to the mocha; that most beautiful combination of knock-your-socks-off coffee coated in heart-melting chocolate.
Out there are those coffee judgers who deem anything less than single source beans from the arse of a Persian cat laughable. A few weeks ago, when I ordered a soy mocha from a highly regarded CBD caffeine haunt the skinny baristo dressed in black complete with ''graphic designer'' rimmed glasses actually winced. Winced!
Don't hate me because I'm different.
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