Say Bad Morning To A Sachet of Nescafe

I don't think I'm fanatical about coffee.
But I like it.
I arrived in Plett on Thursday, and before settling into my guesthouse, stopped for a few provisions at the wonderful Thyme and Again in Keurbooms.
I passed by the ground coffee and bodems and thought I'd shrug off my Gauteng conspicuousness and ease into a bit of coastal surrender, my guesthouse would have coffee covered.
Not so.
See alarming evidence above.

I went with it yesterday morning, having to open two, messy sachets to release the lifeless granules within.

This morning was a different cup of Java.

I woke up feeling that holiday feeling, spoke to a friend, pottered about.
Then I remembered it was coffee time and felt all excited.
I moved over to the kettle area and was presented with the above visual dilemma.
That sachet.
So brown and papery.
Boasting 'improved taste' and 'richer aroma'.
Better than and richer than what?
Perhaps the fairy excrement in yesterday's post?

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What about?
How it feels to have an otherwise promising morning entirely deflated by the smug presence of this infuriating coffee imposter in my B&B teacup?