by fr33lunch

The melting ice dilutes the spirits in shimmering lines that spin outwards towards my hand. The smell is crystalline, pungent and dank, like something buried in a forest for a long time. I take a sip, and the flavor is a dark pool into which the whole forest has fallen and decomposed, pine needles, birch bark, ferns. It’s cloying sweet too, so sweet it hurts to swallow. My tongue feels numb and my breath tastes like blood.