Imagine the scene; it's Saturday morning. You're lying in bed exhausted from the working week. Your idiot cat has stuck her paw in your mouth to wake you up before you're ready and is now purring by your head like an engine. You need caffeine and you know there's no coffee in the house. You know you may die. And then the doorbell rings. You're in your adventure time pyjamas and your hair is a mess. There's mascara beneath your eyes. You know you'll scare the postman but you don't care. It's here, you know it. It's finally here! Coffee! Like some sort of miracle the coffee has heeded your prayers and transported itself (with the help of USPS and Royal Mail) from Cincinnati to merry old England just in time to save you from a day lacking in caffeine, complete with one heavy ass chalice (seriously dude this thing is thicc) and some winter mint herbal tea when you need to calm those jitters. Tyler, you saved me from a day without magic energy juice, and made my morning. I salute you and your fine city's coffee my dude. And thank you for the personal note. If I ever make it to the colonies, I'll make a point of stopping off in your neck of the woods.