When I was 15 and started drinking coffee I made myself dring it black because for the rest of my life (my thinking then) I didn't want to have to get creamer and sugar and all that stuff. So my entire life I just needed it black, on tap and hot. When I came out of my coma and recovered I just couldn't drink black coffee. Now you should see the junk I go through for a cup. I've got the salted caramel pump and stevia with creamer. Hell legally I don't think what I drink can be called coffee anymore. But it's so good. On the weekends I use a french press.
I'm down to just a 1/3 or 1/2 cup anymore and just in the morning.