I just love the smell of coffee. Whether uncapping a jar, roasting a big glass pot or watching it drip through my beautiful coffee machine with vapour oozing from the toasty stream of gorgeousness, its all the more pleasurable for that glorious coffee aroma. There are so many places I’ve enjoyed coffee and they all come flooding back to me in the coffee perfume. From the passion in every cup of Italian coffee, the delicate and creamy cup in Vienna, the small sharp shots of Paris and the giant milky bowls of coffee served in Aachen, every sip a memory in itself. Coffee cup tourism.