Sloe berries. 

When your a prostrate journalist for arena magazine working on a article about one of the oldest professions of brewing alcohol beverages such as the ancient tradition of picking sloe berries for fermentation hooked from the first autumnal frost cover black thorn bushes often featuring sun bleached leafs catching the spectrum light in the speckled dusk not available in barcode packets on the shelves of global supermarkets pour it long and short when drinking worm based originality transparent now blushing pink being watched by little flipping frogs.