Mr. Qilom slowly raised the high-stemmed glass, examining the dark brown liquid within, which seemed to be brewed from some kind of dark fruit.
White bubbles clung to the sides of the glass, occasionally a few would detach themselves, passing through the ice cubes, rising to the surface.
Drawing the glass close to his nose, he sniffed but detected no harsh odor, replaced instead by an indescribable mellow fragrance.
Based solely on the scent, Mr. Qilom couldn't determine what it had been made from, and he didn't hesitate to bring the glass to his lips.
The spicy flavor exploded along with the gush of bubbles in his mouth, rushing into his throat and nasal passages. Mr. Qilom's eyes widened in surprise, like a water buffalo that hadn't drunk for days, greedily guzzling down the delicious cola to the last drop.
