We tried. We soaked. We cleaned. We bleached.
It had given all it had.
It didn't make it.
The Big Guy went to the attic and resurrected this antique, yet functional machine.
I said, "Did you wash that before you made that pot of coffee?"
He said, "You cleaned it before you packed it away." (Duh.)
I wasn't drinking my beloved coffee from a machine that hadn't seen bleach in four years.
I went cold turkey until...
the new one arrived.
And All Is Right With The World.