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For twenty-six years, I was a true coffee elitist. While others drank coffee, I relished the perfect French or Italian roast from my specialty roaster who only roasts locally and sells to that small group of elite coffee snobs like myself. This was indeed a coffee romance. My recent discovery that most of my health problems are directly related to caffeine sensitivity had me realize the French roast had to go before my health did. When I found out my new decaf still had caffeine, I was forlorn. As I angsted over a painful break-up between me and coffee, I was convinced I'd never be completely satisfied again. ONE CUP of Java and I was a convert! No more broken heart or taste buds here. Teeccino and I are riding off happily into the sunset!
