Simpson Spring White Birch

I needed this drink like some might need a beer. I had a baby keeping me up all night with some undiscovered thing, then a dog that sucks to no end barking and waking him up, and to cap it all off, I was doing a killer job carving a pumpkin and then more crying. Not everyone's best work, I've got to say.

I saw this, threw it in the fridge, for I knew that sometime soon, like two hours later, I was going to desire it to no end. Two hours later, as anticipated, I desired her like one would a new video game, toy, car, and so on and so forth.

It was worth the two-hour wait, too. It's crisp, has a strong birch taste, but isn't dark and complex like a lot of root/birch/sarsaparillas. It's got a good bite and the colder the better. I've been milking this bottle for a half hour to forty-five minutes and I've noticed it's gotten a little drab, but it's still good.

Jay got this in Canada, which is good because it's made in Massachusetts and that means it's available outside of the little town it looks like it's from.