This reminds me of how I got hooked on room temp coffee. In Marine boot camp the drill instructors put me on the duty of gathering all of the coffee in the c-rats from all of the boots. We were not allowed to have it ( and the drill instructors got as much as they wanted ). I took a good many packets and hid them and mixed it with my water for our marches. It was awesome, when everyone was dead from the march I was having a great time with a caffeine buzz. I even started voluntarily singing the cadence songs when the drill instructor got too tired and stopped singing them.