Dark and full-bodied, like me.

I wasn’t always a coffee snob. I have never been one of those types to confuse a barista with insane 20 step instructions to make a perfect cup of Joe, yet I am still pretty picky about my coffee.

I like my coffee black and strong. If it’s too weak, that’s a problem.

Even as a kid at church services, I liked coffee. But I liked it with creamer. I liked it not only because I thought it perked me up for the three hour event but because I genuinely loved the taste.

Then I went to college. In those times the energy drink was gaining ground. I, of course, was into drinking copious amounts of Mounta...