I can tell you that coffee runs in my blood thanks to a transfusion. What is this like? Well, originally in my blood ran the delicate and subtle aroma of jasmine tea and the strong astringency of black tea. Genetically I have tea running through my veins, I am an Asian descendant with influences of English habits. No doubt one cannot deny one's roots but with the passing of time multiculturalism is part of some habits and my taste for coffee was born out of love.

I married a man of Italian descent. For them coffee is a very dear food as well as pasta. They like to drink it strong, because their culture is intense. At first it seemed too strong a drink for my tastes but through all these years of marriage I have tasted coffee in different combinations. Every cup of coffee I have with my husband is a love date.

Can we fall more in love with someone through coffee? I think so. My husband and I have become accomplices visiting coffee-shops varieties and always trying new species of beans. We have taken barista courses together to learn more about this beverage and believe it or not this has allowed us to get to know ourselves even better.

Long live love and coffee! 💕☕️