The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Not Of Flesh; Nor Of This Earth

Gazing up, with head spinning
Blown through, euphoric 
Brings what to the mind again
As does 'ring a bell'?

Whilst through each sensation, awe's
Feeling, that's divine
True self to true home responds
Needless for to tell.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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