Like ash? That’s wild. My partner also doesn’t like the taste, though she does like the smell. I wonder if there’s some genetic stuff at play, since I don’t know how else it could taste anything like ash.
“Burnt water” is how I described the taste to my coffee-loving grandparents after numerous (and enthusiastic! I wanted to like it) attempts to find coffee I liked.
Like ash? That’s wild. My partner also doesn’t like the taste, though she does like the smell. I wonder if there’s some genetic stuff at play, since I don’t know how else it could taste anything like ash.
I do think there might be. I think it’s called hyper tasters or something.
“Burnt water” is how I described the taste to my coffee-loving grandparents after numerous (and enthusiastic! I wanted to like it) attempts to find coffee I liked.