In twilight's embrace, a nectar divine, A cheap whiskey, a gem in the brine. Its bouquet an enigma, a cipher unfurled, Unveiling secrets from a hidden world. Upon the palate, a symphony bold, Notes of oak and ember, stories untold. Though modest in guise, its essence profound, A elixir of shadows, in silence, resound. With each sip, a pilgrimage unfolds, Through labyrinthine paths, where mystery holds. Oh, cheap whiskey, elixir of the soul, In your alchemy, the cosmos extol.