Curious, I sought out diverse options — from smooth, nutty roasts to lightly acidic, fruity ones — hoping to find one that suited my palate. I tried artisanal cafes that served single-origin varieties with flavor notes of chocolate, citrus, and even floral hints. I also gave cold brew a shot, which many said was smoother and less bitter. While I could appreciate the craftsmanship and passion behind each cup, none left me craving more.
Even adding cream, sugar, or flavored syrups didn’t mask the distinct taste that so many coffee lovers cherish. I realized that, for me, coffee’s complexity just didn’t translate to enjoyment. While I respect coffee culture and understand its global appeal, my personal preference still leans elsewhere. As much as I wanted to embrace it, coffee remains one beverage I’ll happily pass on.