When I was drinking man, I preferred it the way of an old Scottish saying I heard one time.
"Neat. The way God made it"
Or maybe with an ice cube in it at a jazz concert. I seemed to drink fewer that way.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
