Sometimes when I smell a really good freshly roasted espresso or cappuccino, I can be so swept off my feet I want to make loooooooove to my coffee. I wanna waltz around the room with it, do somersaults on the trampoline with it, treasure it, tell everyone how dizzyingly amazing it is, then savour it sip by sip, allowing the rich crema around the rim to swamp my palate ... ok, you're right, I am already completely manic by then and I only experience coffee in this way when I am so high I am well on my way to buying the majority share holding of the roastery.

I'm absolutely convinced that God created good coffee specifically to appeal to people on a bipolar high!
Any other coffee consumption is purely coincidental