“Now, this is a quality brew!” “—my personal favorite’s the—” “—can’t believe this is what Hunter’s been hiding in that shed out there!” I jotted down some notes from my unobtrusive position nearby, sipping from my own bottle of the blend we were tentatively branding ‘the Genevieve’ after Hunter’s great-grandmother. It was refreshing and cool with a lavender aftertaste, and in my opinion, perfect. Though approximately seven percent of the attending partygoers disagreed, with opinions ranging from “too fancy” to “too plebian” to “I can’t even tell what I’m drinking.” Hence the discreet note-taking, to try to see if any themes emerged or if the nitpicking was negligible. The scent of barbecue wafted across the lawn, mixing with that of the beer and the fresh-cut grass and the sunscreen of our three dozen guests. It was the perfect scent of summer, and I inhaled it almost as greedily as my drink. A lovely green-and-golden smell that made me believe that this happiness just might last forever.
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