The magic behind pumpkin is what you combine it with. Bare naked orange lady doesn’t like loneliness and tastes kinda flat. Now if you introduce her to a gentleman, that’s a whole different story. It has to bee sweet or sour. Depends on a mix. Sea Buckthorn here works like a charm. And if you…
You’re mine for eternity…
Ĺwitezianka (Polish poem from Romantic period) loosely translated goes like this: Mysterious maiden: “Hey there sexy” Man: “Daaaayumm, girl!” Girl: “You asshole, you promised me your love!” Man: “Babe, it’s not what it looks like…” Girl: “Get lost!” Man: “I don’t want to live on this planet anymore…” Mysterious maiden: “Now you’re mine for eternity!”
The taste of ripe grass in May after a rain.
Time for the first post. And I believe – the longest. Quoting Uiltje’s back label “we unfortunately do not have any free space on this label, for more blablablabla about beer”.
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