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Whiskey poured from tap by a crusty octogenarian in Connemara.A cigar is lit alongside the stout glass to complete the summer scene on the West of Ireland. The texture is the ocean curling towards the shore,the flavour is the essence of the rustic bar filled with summer revelers,the colour is of the evening sky that awaits a happy tomorrow.
.......Silk touching bare flesh, chocolate at midnight,wine in the morning,cigarette after sex.....