For me, nothing. The odor enters my nasal passages and I feel my lungs fill with the wonderfully pungent energy the brew gives off. They say you eat with your eyes first, but I think the odor hits your palate before you see what you consume. The smell of coffee can evoke a lot of thoughts and images in your head; for me, I’m reminded of the comfort of my nonna and nonno’s house and the smell of coffee and sounds of screaming Italian soccer commentators on Sundays (just another one of my passions), or the sounds of screaming Italians (usually my grandparents fighting). Call me nostalgic but coffee brings me back to my roots.
Do you have a similar experience with coffee or food?