I feel like I'm breathing fire after each and every shot of this London dry gin
His soliloquy of his descent into ****** language and madness accompanied by lucid memories.
Only a genius can play the fool perfectly
This articulate fellow follows his exploits through a drug fuelled expedition
Epic in all of its madness and lascivious undertones
He hears music playing his soul in a opera
And that's why he loves to visit that dark place  with these liqour spirits acting as a bus ticket to the heart of it.