Well, the technique does need a little more refining. It hasn't been aged, hence the lack of colour. [Doc gives the young man another once-over at the mention of his appearance. Everybody gangsta until they crack open a bottle and take a sip of some moonshine. And then they're making faces, going pale, and he's trying not to shake his head thinking about the cleanup efforts involved when they start throwing up all over his floor. He's not intimidated by the posturing.]

You look like a refined young gentleman. Last time we cracked a few bottles open it had not gone down particularly well with the-... [What was the word they like to use? Millennium?] Younger crowd. [Ambling into the kitchen, Doc fetches a bottle off the shelf and turns to hold it out.]

In any case, you are welcome to it. Just thought I should warn you. [This ain't no hippie organic quinoa-infused kombucha with floral overtones shit.]