The aroma, a dance of whiskey and oak, A symphony of flavors, a mysterious cloak. He sips slowly, savoring each drop, Lost in aroma, his sorrows do stop. This whiskey-infused coffee, a potion divine, A balm for the soul, an elixir, refined. As the night deepens, and the darkness creeps, He finds solace in the darkness that steeps. A drink of the past, a taste of delight, In this old-fashioned coffee, he finds respite.