First 24-hour stretch of weather that could accurately be labeled “cold.” Lightweight, twinkly herbal blends just wouldn’t chase the chill last night, so I rummaged around and found a leftover bag of French Roast. I love it when the weather is raw. It would not fool a real coffee drinker, but as I am a fake coffee drinker, in it just for the scent, this was perfect. With milk.