French Press

I often wonder what monikers people might have for me, and I think I might have stumbled upon one: Mrs. Skunk Coffee. See, I leave a French Press at work, and everyday I bring in fresh beans to make my morning coffee. Well my office is pretty much the Van Houtte special pouch brewed in a crusty glass pot, so strong earthy coffee is definitely not par for the course. (If you’re a Van Houtte, I have nothing against you, I just like my coffee with an obscene amount of grit. ;) Mmmmm.)

Lately it seems that someone will walk into the office, start sniffing, and declare, “Do you smell a skunk?”, or “who sprayed pesticides in here?” Inevitably they’ll end up in my office to point a finger at my delicious coffee. I’m not really sure where skunks or pesticides come into the equation, it’s just strong coffee, but I do wonder if it’s strong enough to become a moniker. Mind you, I don’t think the people that I work with would even know what moniker means – oh is that bitchy? Oh well. Go take your uneducated pallet back to “Timmy's” where I would not be caught dead on a Saturday night.

Thank goodness my two work pals are into my press. If I don’t make it right away they poke their heads into my office, empty mugs in hand with a forlorn look on their faces. It gives me a kind of warm and fuzzy feeling actually.

Any thoughts? Do you think pressed coffee smells like skunks?

I might just take some air freshener in with me, since I think I’d rather be the girl whose office smells like flowers, has great boots, instead of the girl whose office smells like skunks.

In the land of things that don’t smell, I purchased a new pair of boots this weekend, and I’m quite smitten with them.