In my dopey morning state I wander around the kitchen, slowly awakening while grinding coffee. And while my morning coffee routine is always a pleasure, it is particularly so when I am called to open a fresh bag of beans. Suddenly much more awake, I skip into the pantry to collect the new bag and open up the corner with the anticipation of a five year old on Christmas morning. As soon as it is opened, the wonderful smell of fresh beans wafts up to greet me. Then again when I pour the beans into the grinder and tin. And once more as I grind enough coffee for my espresso. It’s as though the aroma has been waiting in the bag for just this moment and then with rampant enthusiasm rushes out to play in my kitchen.