So my second dram of the night. Might be a first for me. Normally it's just one dram on a Friday and one on Sunday ( post work week de-stress and prework week pick me up). But tonight it's two. Yeah, pushing the envelope to borderline party crazy here. First thing I just realized is that my palette and olfactory senses should've been cleansed before going to this, right after the first dram. I should've known better. It reminds me of when I was 26, doing my semester study abroad for my MBA in Paris at the Sorbonne. I stopped by a perfumerie on the Isle de la Cite, called L'Artisan De Perfumer. I had no intention of buying the overly pricey perfumes considering I'm on a student account, but there was this beautiful salesperson I was hoping to get the attention. I'm going from perfume to perfume smelling it, and she brings out a bowl of roasted coffee beans. I take a handful, put it in my mouth and chew. Almost broke a damn molar. She then says in that lovely (albeit snobbish) French accent "monsieur, the coffee bean is to smell, not eat. Maybe monsieur meant to go to a cafe instead ?" Anyway...back to present time...I should've cleansed my palette before having this, cause all I got was breakfast cereals. With a twist of lemon. Thanks to Lee, another sample as part of our sampling team. Oh...and to end the story...I ended up getting engaged to Nathalie, the perfumerie clerk. And roasted coffee beans taste horrible, but smell amazing.