This is Wayne's World

Thick like a coat for your throat. A solid wooden draw bridge that crosses the moat. Warm like the log fire in the stone inn on a dusty brass pinned upholstered chair. If I smoked I’d be smoking a big fat pipe. Although there is no smokey smell. Only the aroma of the burnt wick from the ale scented candle.
This is a good start to evening and should the evening continue then so should this train of thought.