So here I am once again awake when I should be snug in bed with my lovely wife. Normal behavior of late. Anyway thirst is like a tiger this morning, and I want something cold and different.
I walk around and check our pantries and way in the back I find two six packs of Moxie. Moxie became a habit for me many years ago while on vacation in Maine.
I'd just drank an eight year old Moxie. 2004 was a fine vintage.