A new Question in Profile

You moved the pot before the coffee stopped brewing. Do you smell the mountains or the burro?

My senses at this time would be caught by the escalating rush of boiling blood craving for the rich hot black java bean juices that when I bring them near my lips, my nose knows how to give me ropes of mountaineous ecstacy-cal orgasm with very strong multiple climaxes preceeding it.

If you're a bloody [English] tea drinker (no offense; just a matter of opinion), then I assure you will smell the dung of burros and climax there and then within seconds!