My earliest memory of coffee dates back to sleepless nights spent at the campus library in college. My eyes barely managed to stay open as I attempted to re-read a passage from my hefty textbook for the fourth, fifth (perhaps, sixth?) time while my whole body shivered from the caffeine-induced jitters. Coffee was merely a quick, easy fix. I chugged cups of instant black coffee like water, not paying much heed to the bitter, pungent aftertaste that lingered on my tongue and scorched my throat. Taste was the least of my concerns. All that mattered, at the time, was efficiency.

Fast-forward to now, I’ve refined my taste in coffee, ditching the unpleasant cups of joe for more palatable ones. But when it comes to the kind of coffee I choose to savor, I’ve struggled to quit instant coffee for g

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