A new obsession: honey lattes!
I blame you, New Orleans, for introducing me to my newest source of tooth decay. After spending years weaning myself off of sugar in my coffee to the point that I'd really rather drink it without, I had to go and try a honey latte at Spitfire in New Orleans (iced, at the time, since it was, oh, about 5000 degrees out), and pretty much my fate was sealed right then and there.
Yes, it tastes just as good hot. Try it, but don't say I didn't warn you!