Ritual, I think, as much as anything else. It used to be coffee - hot, strong, and black. But then, there was that conversation about how caffeine hardens the arteries of the heart, and so, as camp cook, I wound up digging sassafras roots and we migrated to that for the morning hot drink. Now, I no longer cook - heck, I no longer go on the hunt - so the cabin is now full of younger guys and younger habits.