I live in Nevada and I can only get the Drool when we visit family in Kalispell. My favorite memory is packing home two growlers filled with the good stuff along with a couple of the alumbottles one of which still resides in my fridge taunting me everytime I open the door. Alas one fine day I shall consume this wonderful nectar, but not until I can lay my hands on some more. Which I believe shall be late June when my mother inlaw brings some down to me. I can't wait.
Drool forever!
