In the midst of dozens of viral social media posts expounding teenage girls’ reliance on iced coffee for survival and its apparent replacement of their regular meals, it isn’t that far of a reach to conclude that at this point in my life, the blood running through my veins probably tastes like a triple pump vanilla iced coffee with a splash of almond milk.

Welcome to my coffee blog, which will follow my semester in the copious amounts of delicious caffeine I will consume.