From the bounty of nature and the labor of man, intersected, you rise. Greet my palate as the sun greets you in childhood, warm and welcoming.
O hedonistic panacea, mingle with your brothers, mint and lime. Ever changing in life, ever evolving in death, stroll towards paradise.
As the worker rises to the sun, so too the glass rises to work again; a labor of love, beginning to end.