My father once told me that there is no such thing as coffee that is too strong. Generally speaking, I believe this to be true: I have made coffee probably forty times since the beginning of the year, and only twice have I made coffee too strong for me to drink, although others have often complained about it.*
Unfortunately, I also adulterate my coffee with enough sugar and cream to choke a small Welsh pony.
Dad would have never let me live this disgrace to our family name down.
*It is always better to make coffee too strong: the faint-hearted in the family (i.e., everyone else) can cut theirs with hot water.