06.10
My portion was small but effective, taken on a solitary cube of ice. Assaying initially of aftershave and anise, this has all the earmarks of an acquired taste however easily attained for the professional drinker such as yourself. The effects are lofty, generous and a solid hour had relinquished with me swaying at the keyboard like a mad pianist before I realized what was going on around me. The experience with this particular blend is simply put: Seraphic.
My dear friend Marisa will be pleased to hear that last nights voyage spawned a number of pages into the Great American Essay; however twisted they may read I assure both her and you, they fit in well with the rest of the compiled works.
I absolutely recommend to one and all this misty, ethereal delight. The name on the bottle you ask? Check Flickr.
you my dear are the next generation’s david foster wallace. if you don’t know who he is, you should. start with infinite jest.
and keep writing. a page a day will keep marisa away (or at least my demands that you start writing).