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Celebrate with a tart concoction spiked with mountain berries and a sprig of fresh-snipped pine.
SMELLS LIKE hiking in the woods of the Pacific Northwest with your feet swollen and achy in your snug, mud covered boots, and your water bottle empty, and the thick green underbrush biting your ankles, then, finally, you clear a thicket of shrubs and leaves, stepping out onto a clearing with a perfect view down onto a stream, and, almost like a postcard, you see a single wolf drinking from the water, and he’s big, and he’s alone, standing against the setting sun, and he startles you with a long, lonesome howl, sending a sorrowful song echoing through the woods with all his wolfy sadness, and, right before the echo dies in the distance, a single howl from the woods responds back, letting him know he’s not alone, and you weep for how beautiful that SOUNDS.