I always liked the smell of coffee, however. At weekends, the aroma would permeate our house. But like many children, I couldn’t stomach the strong flavour. Fast-forward a few years and I was a history student at university. With a perpetual hangover, an increasingly sophisticated palate, and only five hours of lectures per week, I clearly had nothing better to do than develop a caffeine habit. Early in my first term I quite literally woke up and smelt the coffee.