Description from the author:
A gulp of noble whiskey gently spread through the whole body, slowly penetrating and warming the innermost corners of the soul. Those corners of the soul that are under lock and key for everyone around. It is here that deep dreams and feelings are hidden. They are not spoken about aloud. They are remembered only in solitude, when the haze from decades of noble aging in oak barrels of whiskey closes the door to reality.
Reality is cruel. In reality, one cannot be weak; there are no unicorns. Only in the haze you are you ... with your fears, pain, tears and dreams of a beautiful future.
In the morning, these feelings, as always, will disappear and the doors to reality will open again.
But is it really worth hiding in this haze?