He offered me a drink, unsurpassed in its colour and fragrance, with great promise, of a most pleasing taste. I held my precious glass and waited for him, to fill his own. I watched him add to this exquisite drink, yet another beverage, common and without mystery, with the ability to sweeten, to fill with bubbles, anything to which it was added, and even to mask, the presence of the original one. To mine I added, just some ice, to soften the fire, because I knew there was some burning involved, in this slow sipping, of a rare and unusual gift. Its passage awakened in me, the delight of a life on the rocks, with no further need to make it sweeter, or, to alter in any way, the true nature of that original elixir!