I'm alive but I don't know what it means. Somewhere out there across the moonlit sands there's a line drawn like the lines on my own hands and across those lines, waiting for us all a classy bottle of rum with the stature of an old Tartarian tower and inside is a strange sweet non threatening little rum that reminds of chocolate milk and cola and you can drink it straight from the bottle and collapse on the ocean floor with a dreamy glaze in your eye. Without further delay may I introduce to you Don Pancho Origenes Reserva 8 year.