If you were asked to name your favourite smells, after getting through vanilla, mom’s cooking, and teen spirit, you’d probably come to campfire.
It’s a smell that conjures feelings of warmth on your face, crackling in your ears, burned wieners on your tongue.
Right now, my coffee smells like campfire.
Liquid smoke is meant for braising meats and adding to recipes, but it seems like a natural fit with coffee’s natural smokiness. Indeed, it doesn’t affect the taste of the coffee much. The smell, though, brings me right back to cool nights in the middle of the woods.
If I plugged my nose, this could be mistaken for bacon (*). It’s got that subtle hickory flavour that I’ve been looking for. Bacon coffee probably won’t get much better than this non-bacon flavoured coffee. (Though it won’t stop me from trying; stay tuned).
Since this coffee isn’t very visually striking, I looked for pictures to stick up here, and found this:
It may look like an alien tripod robot sent to turn our families into ashes, but is in fact a very impractical coffee jug to make and store coffee while camping.
You could drink campfire flavoured coffee prepared on a campfire. Dawg.
