Ever have one of those days? A day when everything goes wrong? When everyone hates you? A day that seems to be neverending?
It's finally over. You've made it home, to your refuge. Your haven. Your day has been horrible, but you've done your time and now you get to relax.
You go to the fridge and see that lovely bottle. Just holding it in your hand eases the tension. It's cool; it will bring relief.
You twist the top and hear that sound. The sound that promises to quench a thirst deeper than physical. That promises to drown the day's sorrows.
So you take a swallow. That first precious swallow that tastes better than anything humans have a right to enjoy. That swig that burns all the way down. Followed by a sigh of relief. You have just partaken of the nectar of the gods.
And life is good again. You're going to make it through the night. All is right with the world.