the bottle from french duty-free.

Jameson. A whiskey I have never tasted before. Irish, presumably malt, supposedly one of the best whiskeys around. Untasted before.

A whiskey-wine freak like me should've tasted it long before, thanks to Turkey and her lack of alcohol variety, I apparently missed it. No worries. Ol' Jamie wasn't the only thing I missed to taste before that was abroad.

In fact, how I tasted it, it made the taste double-awesome.

When Raven flew down from the skies of a dark Solia into the barrens of Northern Wultan, had she the whiskey at her talons.

Pristine it was, just like the very carrier.

First sip taken in Rolinbragh, when she took her break. Ravens, too, have body aches; they take painkillers as well.

The difference is that, they take painkillers with whiskey.

Then she flew for another 5-6 hours, oh the joy, she was so bored! She found me during my stay in Akaramedia, I was collecting tomes for my library to take back home. Then opened her talons, dropping the whiskey to my hands. She hooted once, it was sweet. She even let me touch her, she apparently liked it.

I drank that whiskey, the bottle/box you see above, in different times for the last 1,5 month.

Oh, did I mention it already? I live at a lighthouse in a town called Dwese; coincidentally I called it the Ravenwind, for it is always windy; even at the hottest day of summer. I watch the gulf, the skies; I observe the stars. Some call me the Stargazer. I travel a lot, for I enjoy seeing new realms.

It was noon when the Raven flew through my balcony, that was the second time I saw her. She looked for the bottle she gave it to me. She didn't make any sounds, she hooted once - I saluted her.

She lingered around me, flying in circles. We had a pleasant time together. She watched over me, I protected her. I, every now and then, sipped that whiskey. I swear, if I had more of it, I could fly; just like her, stretching my black wings.

One day, she hooted again. This was different than all others; it was sorrowful, unwilling. I could not understand why. She, then, left one day.

Then I realized, next to the empty bottle of Jameson, she left a dark, shiny feather of hers; promising me that she will come back again.

I, Stargazer; will be waiting. At the windy top of Ravenwind, for that dark angel to come again, take away my loneliness, fill me with joy with her dark feathers, lift me up and show me how it feels to be in the skies I longed to be in for all my life.

I will be waiting.