What “type” am I?
Why say it when a pic can say a thousand words.

A bottle of 1958 “yak piss” on the left unopened, ignored and unloved.
A limited edition special blend of the gods nectar center
A bottle that gets lots of TLC on the right.
Aside from being easier on the pallette and gut, at my age I can’t pay the morning after price of either anymore. But on the occassions when I get stupid and try to pretend I’m 20 something and can get up at 5am, goto work and shrug it off. One leaves me feeling like a truck hit me, the other leaves me feeling like I drank a barrel of yak piss spiced with little bits of meadow muffins, just before the truck hit me. I much prefer the former.