Long before I'd heard of chocolate-covered coffee beans, long before I'd had any coffee I enjoyed drinking, I already liked eating coffee beans. When I was 18 and first living on my own, I worked at a Roy Rodgers restaurant in a large shopping mall, which had been my hang-out years earlier, when I was in Jr High.
Before work and on breaks I'd walk the mall. My favorite stops were the tabaconists, and Coffees of the World. Both, because of the wonderful smells. I'm not a fan of pipe tobacco when it's burning, but I love the it's unburned aroma, earthy tobacco scent mixed with wood smells and the aromas added to some pipe blends. There was a cherry vanilla blend I particularly recall. And at the coffee shop they had big barrels of beans. Not the way I'd buy coffee today--exposed to the air like that--but it meant that there were always a few beans which had escaped their enclosures, and I'd munch a few as I browsed.
So chocolate-covered coffee beans were a natural for me--something I was bound to love, but which I could not imagine anyone else would want.