In the deep parts of the snowy hills, everything is blanketed in hushed snowy silence. Sometimes, the cracking sounds of burning resins breaks the silence, inviting in a warm and dry air. You pour a glass of golden liquor and sink into the sofa lazily and sip alone. The sharp bitterness of juniper berries begin to haze over your head, gently wrapped in the delicate aroma of soft cedar. Pleasantly tipsy. Slightly bitter. Just right.