This cherry juice hawker takes in the Aroma. Can’t blame him.
THE Rocks in Sydney is crawling with frazzled caffeine fiends for the annual Aroma Festival.
I wind up with a bottle of throat-scorchin’ Rochester Ginger (made from a Dickensian recipe, which, like most atomic age soft drink recipes, is basically sugar) and some cherry juice instead.
Keeper? Sure.
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