As soon as I drank this, the peated taste of Campfire transported me back to my last camping trip, where myself and a group of Alaskan oil workers became stranded due to a storm. We spent the next several days slowly succumbing to the winter, all while wolves began hunting us. As our strength dwindled one by one, the predators became more aggressive. Eventually, with only Liam Neeson left, the greatest of the beasts charged before the film cut to black. I then left the theater while listening to perplexed teenangers complain about a movie that dared to make them feel feelings. Thanks Campfire. 4 stars.