When I tried coffee for the first time, my nose wrinkled in adamant distaste at the drink that my parents seemed to enjoy so much. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but as soon as the medium roast black coffee hit my taste buds, I was overwhelmed by the focused bitterness swirling in my mouth and cascading down my throat. Pouring more than half the coffee down the drain, I filled up the nearly empty mug with cold milk and drank the rest in between bites of waffles and eggs, much to my parent’s dismay.