The beverage of choice...? Our local water.
Its vintage...? Apropos: it's been call'd "the house mer l'eau."
(We are told you'll not withhold your imprimatur.)
Sing to me, O Muse, but not of Wand'ring Jews, nor Ulysses, late of Troy, nor Anchises, or his boy. Sing of one instead who never left...
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