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I hadn’t been home in days, and I was pleased to see the sun was out. The mist that hung over the street when I arrived the night before was...

  by Henri Colt spring water      “Oh, God!” Rashel’s outstretched fingers clawed at the gnarled bark of the baobab as I pounded h...

  by  Henri Colt Moscow Mule                     “It’s just sex,” she said.              Kelley slipped on her stockings as I wa...

  by Henri Colt vodka martini   My girlfriend and I had just returned from an overnight trip into Manhattan. A night of gentle love-ma...