Chilly nights now not icy as that clink in the summer glass not yet - but gone the slim twists of cucumber and lime. Effervescent emerald rinds afloat that lubricous liquid, clear and heavy a devilish distillation suffused with herbs and fruit of juniper. G&Ts are passé as last season bring on the toddy, honeyed, golden some sweet, neat molasses shots aromatic whites in potent purity or the dark alchemy of Caribbean nights slipping snug and rumbustious into our Northern climes
A palliative poem for Punam’s Poetics prompt: Cheers!
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