Mead.
Seemed like a good idea at the time. The Tower of London, despite the throngs of tourists and commercialization, still managed to whisk me back to medieval times, to the romantic notions of knights in shining armour (is there any other kind?) and fair damsels.
Mead, the fermented honey wine of yore. Perhaps, dear England, I should have left it “yore”.
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