It’s tough to say much either good or disparaging about such a wistful nymph. It glides gently on waxy wheat wings , the coasting proteins leave a light dryness and impart a subtle brackish element like a mind blowing Gatorade. That is perhaps a step below what I want to convey, it is endlessly light and crushable, an ethereal lightly lemon waft that is whole fulfilling.

What could you drink that is similar? Uhhh. Avril? Fuck. I don’t know.