Blueberry Truffle

I’m a pretty basic coffee person. Two cups a day, three if I’m running on fumes, and if I don’t get my second one on time I turn into a full-blown grumpy gills. I don’t need anything fancy — half the time I drink my coffee black because it’s the easiest way to get caffeine from Point A to Point B (Point B being: me, behaving like a human being).

But this? This is my one fancy splurge. My one diva moment. My “I deserve something nice because I haven’t yelled at anyone yet today” coffee.

The flavor is exactly what they promise: sweet and tart blueberry that somehow doesn’t taste artificial or sugary. It’s rich, it’s smooth, and it makes my kitchen smell like someone who has their entire life together — which, frankly, is a service.

Does this replace my daily, no-frills lineup? No. But does it make my second cup feel like a tiny, blueberry-scented vacation from reality? Absolutely.