After seeing a few adverts over the months, noticing on a few online stores during lockdown and the eventually braving the masses to support a local canna market, I eventually got my lil paws on a bag of “Oldy’s Infused”.

I was a little sceptical of the idea at first because of my own personal experience of making canna milk turned out so terribly, I had this idea in my head that, “I’ve just gotta get it down . . . . then we’ll see.

Very doubtful, because how likely is it that it would be all it claimed to be?!!

So, we had it on a lazy Sunday morning.  It’s filter coffee so that becomes hubbies job . . . I do daily kettle coffee; you do the weekend filter coffee.

We purposefully didn’t have any form of ‘wake and bake’ prior to the cuppa Oldys, I wanted it to dazzle me!

*sits back with raised eyebrow awaiting disappointment*

Coffee was served and we sipped it, oddly? Like, tentatively?

It was a real Hollywood moment, as we simultaneously looked up at each other in slow motion, with the universal sign of approval: A side not, raised eyebrow and pursed lips, squeaking “ooh”? (did you just try make that face – lol?).

Hubby who is a coffee snob of sorts . . . .  Looked up and nodded along, that is good coffee?!

I smacked my lips a few times, as though doing a food tasking . . . . trying to find the hidden tase or after smell that came with my own previous failed attempt . . . 

Nothing?  No hind of grass anywhere?

I asked my hubby when we got into bed Sunday night, how would he review it?

His words, “oh it should be mandatory weekend coffee!”

I am inclined to agree!

Bravo guys!!!