Sugar, Equal, Sweet'N Low. White, Blue, Pink: the three colors of the flag of Coffee Nation. And the flagpole is the little red stirrer. Of course coffee purists take it black and will never go back. Black coffee is the foundation of sometimes bitter truths upon which the nation is built. Creamers leaven these acrid facts of empire. These must be acknowledged but need not always be lingered over. Then we have the sexy brown rogue that is Sugar In The Raw, lording it over not only the artificial sweeteners but over regular sugar too, its immodest, unrefined robustness effortlessly emasculating the dainty white sucrose in its girlishly mild packet. Sugar In The Raw is the exotic eroticism of the steaming tropics, its crystals shimmering in a come hither manner. Won't you accompany Sugar In The Raw back to its hut on the edge of the jungle? Bring a cup condom. Better make it two. You never know how hot it's going to get.

Look at powdered cocoa, cinnamon, and nutmeg tittering in their corner! Will they never grow up?