
Behind the Scent
Though I most often favor sweet, citrusy refreshments, Nate has always been inclined toward those of a sharper nature, bitter or sour. We rarely dine out, but on the occasions we do, Nate faithfully orders a ginger ale. To my amusement, I have found myself doing the same, as though his taste had quietly become my own.
It was on a journey abroad that Nate first came upon ginger ale. We were weary from our long journey when we first reached our bungalow, yet eager to sit by the shore. From the little icebox Nate grabbed a bottle of ginger ale. Though I feared it too sweet, it proved just right, spiced with ginger and touched with bitterness.
From that moment, ginger ale became his steady companion. Yet in time, the ordinary glass seemed too simple, and Nate’s curiosity led him to seek more adventurous mixtures. One evening among friends, he ordered a Moscow mule, discovering to his delight that mint and ginger were not only agreeable companions but perfect ones.