it all nearly passes too quickly to comprehend, even when slowly savored. a dashing, whirling, coalescence of sound, light, colour. you can taste it – the deep, bitter, darkness. traces of candied orange, now flowers. sweet, full. essences of too many scents to count, alternating bitter and sweet, both simultaneously. The smooth smell of old teak furniture, dark brown, old, imported. the flow, the rush, an assault on the senses.
the clink of ice in the glass.
a slow fade
silence.
Quite the experience, really.
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