This gets me through the work day. It reminds me of my dad. He LOVED coffee. When we went to Hawaii on vacation all he did was drink Bad Ass Kona Coffee and he loved it ever since. I never got the chance to share my coffee addiction with him. I sometimes imagine us sitting out in the patio arguing about how he drank his (TONS of sugar) was inferior to how I drink mine (1 raw sugar cube and skim milk).