Here I sit upon the ground

A man lost in all the sound

Staring blankly at the bottle

Pondering softly at what’s found.

Foolish wanderer of blind drams

Fumbling words with shaking hams

Where fingers darting leaving mottle

Is replaced by scared lambs.

As he stares into the brown

Reaching, stretching, for a noun

Stopping only to withdraw till

in enters a large clown.

Wide red lips upon a face

Uglifying the remaining space

His only word a drinking throttle

“Howdy” then I increase pace.

And then the room is again dark

No light, not even a dim spark

Cannot move, surrounded by wattle

A mystery dram, yet another shark.

Price: N/A at the LCBO

Region: San Francisco

Abv: 45%

Colour: 7.5YR 5/8

Nose: Lemon, brine, oak, honey, wheat, butter, icing, mint

Acid rises up the sides

With sweetness, it collides

Too much sweetness in the tides

Taste: Butter, oak…