There is little I find as joyous as my morning coffee . The novelty of roasted notes hitting my nose as soon as I open my canister of ground beans come morning is yet to wear off, some 10 years since our love affair started. Then there’s the ritual of boiling the kettle, choosing the perfect mug, spooning in the coffee and watching as it transforms into an aromatic brew crowned by a layer of foam.

But yet, whenever we enter that peculiar lull between summer and autumn, I lose my mojo – and no amount of coffee is able to pull me out of the funk. No morning sips give me the same buzz that they did in the days-just-gone, and it’s even more dire when I have a 2pm mug and find myself more tired afterwards.

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