Spiced zing and twisted tart,
Flushed of cheek and tongue,
Warmed and quickened at the heart,
An addiction started young.

To heat the platter and the bowl,
And Fiercely fire away the ill,
A charge electric to a tasting’s soul,
A gesture fine of nature’s thrill.

And then to fizz and glow,
And finally soothe the tang,
Tipped over ice or melted slow,
More glimmer and less pang.