Zima, take me back to 1993...

Back in the day when I was a novice drinker, Coors came out with a "refreshing citrus beverage" called Zima. I vividly recall sitting on the deck with my father drinking a Zima spiked with cinnamon schnapps. It was the 90s, be nice.

​In 2017, Zima was re-released. I tried quite hard to get my hands on some, just to wax rhapsodic about my youth which is slipping away at an alarming rate. I digress. I did not manage to find any. My memories of my pops and me sharing a quiet afternoon sipping ice cold cinnamon Zima would go forever as just that: memories. ​However, the other day in the liquor store I spotted Zima in the cooler. Could this be true? Was it a mirage or wishful thinking? NO! Lo and behold, Zima was there on the shelf, just waiting for my arrival and subsequent rush of father/daughter memories. I was the proud owner of six bottles of the elusive elixir of my youth. Two shooters of cinnamon whatnot and I was headed home with my spoils.
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​I was genuinely worried that I had romanticized this whole thing in my head. It wouldn't be the first time I had done so. Was it really quite as delightfully refreshing as I recall? It was all a horrific possibility.

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​​I went home and created my masterpiece. I filled a pint glass about 2/3 full with ice, put in about 3/4 ounce of Hot Damn! cinnamon schnapps, topped off with Zima, lightly stirred, and tasted...
​YES! The clouds parted and the light shone down with verve on me and my beverage, bathing us in the gentle but bright light only true joy can bring. My dad sipped it and said, "We used to drink these on the deck" and my heart burst.
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​This isn't my go-to drink of choice or anything, but it sure was a grand trip down memory lane. My Zima bottle says this is a limited release. Bastards. ​