So, yeah: I had some of this Sunday night, which led to a drunken text (and not the good kind).
I was scanning the lineup of bottles over the bar at the Matinee and was intrigued by the raven on the bottle. I asked Ted if it was Edgar Allen Poe Juice, and he said I'd have to try it and find out. After we mocked the "soft mouth-feel" on the label and actually tried it . . . It's not bad. I couldn't drink it all the time, but I've had worse.