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“Gin blackberry bramble and peanut brittle spheres," Delilah tells us.
I take a sip of the drink. Instantly, I'm back in the South on a summer's day, eating plump blackberries straight from the bush. The peanut brittle sphere melts in my mouth, reminding me of the cookies Delilah's mom used to make for us, more savory than sweet. It's such a strong childhood moment that I swear I can practically feel the sun on my back.”