I have a confession to make: I was sent two boxes of 聽in July to share with the office and I didn鈥檛 tell a soul. All summer, I鈥檝e kept my stash a secret. I鈥檝e successfully hoarded all 36 servings of the stuff.聽
It鈥檚 not because I鈥檓 a coffee snob. I鈥檇 almost just as happily be drinking servings of Allsups gas station brew (look 鈥榚m up, they鈥檙e a New Mexico thing). Sometimes, and especially when you鈥檙e editing stories until midnight, coffee is coffee.
It鈥檚 not because I鈥檓 selfish, either. I don鈥檛 hoard gear鈥攗nless we鈥檙e talking about the Cannondale Slate that online associate gear editor Jakob Schiller 鈥渓oaned鈥 me back in May (it鈥檚 safely stashed in my bedroom). I hardly ever review products for the site or magazine. I want other folks here to have the opportunity to test out the latest and greatest. Usually.
My psychologist, I鈥檓 guessing, would probably have a very convincing explanation for why I failed to share even a drop of coffee from the 32-serving , which was clearly created for conference rooms. But I haven鈥檛 brought it up with him.
To be entirely honest, I would never have brought this up if Chameleon Cold Brew鈥檚 public relations firm hadn鈥檛 reminded me of National Coffee Day (September 29). I re-evaluated. I finally admitted to myself that at this point, I think I can even detect the claimed notes of cocoa and toffee. So here I am: admitting to several million readers鈥攁long with a soon-to-be-very-angry office鈥攖hat I hoarded the best coffee I鈥檝e ever tasted.