No other comfort but dew
Will do.
No safer salve than ample
Shallows.
Nothing swallowed but flowing
Pureness.
Always left long enough to
Winter.
Distilled and filtered in the
Hillside.
Flat, or fizzed with Antarctic
Carbon.
Tapped and trapped in glasses
As ice.
Company for the finest
Whisky.
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