In all the time that I’ve been alive (close to 12,000 days now), drinking a freshly brewed tumbler of filter coffee in the morning ranks among the most habituated routines (closely following the brushing of teeth and responding to calls of nature). It is a morning ritual that makes mornings.
Blame the nurture.
When you grow up in a conservative, Tamil-Brahmin household, a few things are programmed into you whether you like it or not. Filter coffee is one of them.