Many writers in the city spent long afternoons working in coffeehouses, finding inspiration in the hum of conversation.

We foraged along the forest edge and found ripe coffeeberries gleaming on the shrubs.

Along the coastal trail, I noticed a coffeeberry shrub heavy with bright red fruit that glowed against its glossy green leaves.

The café's limited-edition roast drew a crowd of coffeeholics excited to try something new.

I bought a new coffeemaker that can brew a pot in under five minutes.

The office bought three new coffeemakers to keep the staff energized during long shifts.

The chipped coffeepots clattered as the staff hurried to open the café.

The bakery displayed an array of coffeecakes by the window, their cinnamon swirls catching the morning light.

My sister calls me a coffeeholic because I need three cups before I can start the day.