My first job out of college was at a big pharma. I was in their R&D rotation program, where we spent 6 months rotating around various facilities. My first six months: I got up every morning, dressed in head to toe overalls and a face mask, and went into a monkey house. Not a monkey house as a place where they joke around. A real monkey house, with rhesus monkeys in cages. While my lab partner held a monkey, wrestling him to prevent it from tearing our eye sockets out, I had to fondle his private parts to make him urinate in a test tube. Times like those you seriously start thinking which f**ked up life choice you made to get you in that position. Where did you take that left turn when you should’ve taken a right? Having a pour of this tonight, I ask a similar question. What the hell possessed me to buy a bottle of this? Not a pour. Not a sip. But a while f**king bottle. Was it because it’s available in Colorado only, and I figured I need to bring back a souvenir from my recent Denver trip? Maybe it was the lure of thinking “ hey, I like honey, so I’m damn f**king sure I’ll like this”. Either way, it was a fallacy in a serious life choice decision making that led me into trying something that smells like a sugared covered plastic, and taste like a gym sock dipped in honey.