There was a Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing / Three M plant on the Iowa side of the Mississippi River back in the 1990s when I was singing and telling tall tales on Capt. Dennis Trone's steamboat Julia Belle Swain and also the diesel boat Twilight. On occasion they would have a huge sale of their Scotch Tape that had flaws of various kinds. People came from all over with their pickup trucks to load up on this commodity. At home that night, they would squeeze the juice out using a large press devise---and then they'd drink it down.

If you were driving by wherever they were doing that, the aroma of peat fires was wonderfully pungent in the air all around. It was as good an olfactory treat as you could achieve from sniffing deeply from any glass of Laphroaig single-malt whiskey. (That was always my personal favorite scotch.)

Try it; you'll like it!!

Art Thieme