Letdown

My coffee has failed my expectations. Or perhaps it was my senses that let me down.

To fight off the post-lunch, middle-of-the-afternoon lethargy, I'd fixed myself a cup of joe. Two creams, two sugars, nothing fancy. Coffee nonetheless, with its inimitable smell: nutty, rich, a slight hint of vanilla - something with depth and nuance. At least, that's what my nose promised me. My taste buds, however, were unimpressed.

Just savor that bouquet - this is amazing! enthused the olfactory.

Don't know what you're talking about, retorted my mouth. It's sweet and a little watery, very blah.

But smell it, insisted my nose.

But taste it, my mouth mocked back.

When the coffee's only half-enjoyed, the glass is definitely half-empty.