Apple Toffee Coffee.

Sitting through this gloomy day I sit and stare and wait. My mind begins to wonder still with whats to come to date. I sniff the air like a pack of wolves in search of scent and smell. My eye's scan round this dismal room but its only me I tell. So lets try something new this time and hope its better yet, I laugh at this my crazy mind, I think he wants a bet. Come on now this could be fun you might just find a mate. Let your fingers be your guide and hope its not to late. Well here we are the game at last, he thinks he stands a chance. What is it then this stench we have? Or can you guess without a glance? He tastes the air and fills his lungs and shouts its apple toffee, but he lacks a tongue to taste it all, I plainly say its coffee.