I do not know what the addition of nitrogen does to coffee, but it is a gift from the gods.
Your ethereal foam transforms chilled bean water into something that
tastes palatable, even enjoyable.
Your fiscal irresponsibility is neglected after the first sip
suspends the laws of time.
Your crash rivals the November 1stsugar crashes of my youth, but your high
fuels my productivity.
To the dismay of ex-chemist-boyfriends, I do not understand what you do, but
I love you.