I have had a long, at times complicated, relationship with coffee.  In my early twenties I used it mostly as fuel to stay awake for ridiculous hours to meet academic deadlines, to fuel mania in studio theaters and to help me get through finals for classes that ended up being rather inconsequential.  During that time I had very little standards for coffee other than it should be black and stronger than tar.  Not instant.  Not the trash known as decaf.  And definitely not sweetened.