Growing up, my best friend's Dad was an airline pilot. When he was home, he used to sit at the head of their huge battered oak dining table and devour a soup-bowl sized mug of stove top italian coffee. Their whole house smelt of the incredible aroma. Now, thanks to your article, I think I understand why, as an airline pilot, he got so much satisfaction from his coffee at home. Thanks for getting me to revisit a very old memory and see it in a new way.

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