To put an end to this exiting tome:
My wife was in the kitchen as I was measuring out the coffee in question to brew a cup of coffee. When I smelled of it this morning, it didn't smell very good. She asked; What are you doing Mr. Goofus? I said making a cup of this 25-year-old coffee. She went over to the pantry and pulled out a brand-new unopened tin of Folgers Classic Roast and asked; Why don't you use this? She said if you're off on one of your sentimental kicks, I can use the old coffee on one of my flower beds and it won't be wasted. Since history has proven my wife is ALWAYS right, I think I'm going to follow her advice.
I have a wife like that.