My first cup was a life lesson. Dad took me fishing when I was 6. I grew up on the Farmington River (north branch), and he grew up during the Great Depression. First, build a fire on the river bank. Find an old #10 can and fill it with water. Throw in a handful of coffee and sit it on the coals next to the iron skillet. After pulling my first rainbow trout from the rapids, he showed me how to clean it, dust it with cornmeal, salt, and pepper produced from a piece of waxed cotton. A little salt pork and a few minutes later, sit on a log and chew your coffee and eat the freshest fish possible. Mother was not pleased when I started a regular coffee habit shortly after.
Incedently, I ended up marrying a true barrista, so now I can choose between red eye or world class espresso.
To actually address the OP, a muslin potpourri bag full of ground coffee beans will let you enjoy the aroma, even if you never develop a taste for the brew.
Incedently, I ended up marrying a true barrista, so now I can choose between red eye or world class espresso.
To actually address the OP, a muslin potpourri bag full of ground coffee beans will let you enjoy the aroma, even if you never develop a taste for the brew.