Coffee.  I'm not sure sure we can even really call it a beverage.  I mean, it is a beverage, technically.  But it's so much more than that.  It's an accessory really...an accessory of the moment.  When I wake on a crisp fall morning, slide my feet into wool-lined slippers and head downstairs to make breakfast for the kids, it's coffee.  That's the reward.  That's the accompaniment to a good song played at volume 25, the chenille blanket over my legs, and cornbread warming in the oven.  In the end folks, it's coffee.  And at it's best, Stumptown.