Well, I'm one week into Giving Up Coffee and I'm doing great except for one thing: The Smell.

The heavenly smell of someone's cup of fresh-brewed, freshly-ground, single source beans. Black coffee, with all the nuances of taste and flavor explodes inside my brain--the aroma and earthy tones, the notes of bitterness and clarity. It's like the old bugs-bunny cartoons where the girl's perfume would tease the hapless fop's nose and drag him back to her mistress.

Yes, the smell gets me. But, my body likes me drinking more water and less pure poison.

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