The true nectar of God is the ancient blend of 27 spices and the finest cognac. Of course, I speak of the blend of Benedictine and Brandy more aptly known as B&B. One will find no finer place of tranquillity than that of one sitting upon the glowing golden edge of the campfire. While the stars dance upon the black velvety sky, and the long yowls of the Loon echo the black waters, the primitive yelps of the Timber wolf stirs the most basic of spirit. Swill your cup, breathe in the bouquet of citrus vanilla and honey, proclaim "Dos Optimus Maxiumus!" ("To God Most Good, Most Great!") Then slowly let the rich sweetness of the nectar warm your soul.

Of course in the morning, you can simmer the elixir to thicken and drizzle upon your flapjacks.

Posted by Ryeman on May 16, 2001 at 13:24