I make my own cold brew by literally pouring my leftover morning coffee into a glass pitcher and putting it in my refrigerator.
Then in the afternoon when the existential truth of reality hits me the hardest (some people call it an “afternoon slump,” but this is a lame name, so I prefer to call it the post-lunch-lurch-of-truth, PLLOT, feel free to use), I fill a tall metal cup with ice and pour that refrigerated leftover coffee over it. Then I add some cream, because I don’t hate myself.
Then I charge myself $4.99 for it so I can feel like a real member of trendy society, which is ridiculous, because I’m over 35 which basically is the same as being dead.
But yay for coffee!