Hell... It's New Years; I think I'll have a double Yukon Jack on the rocks.
Ah... the familiar sent of smoke and sugar wafting through the air as I gently swirl the heavy liquor against the ice in the tumbler. After a minute or so the sweet smell of sweetened alcohol and charred wood awakens my senses as I begin to sip the nectar of my past. Ah… memories of yester year.
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