Lightning flashes across your palate as a melange of spices — cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, allspice, and clove keep your taste buds on the edge of their seats.

The door creaks open as a bold pumpkin body darkens the entrance. Its thudding footsteps getting closer, you know it’s come for your thirst, and it won’t be leaving empty-handed.

The midnight light peaking through the drapes is no use — it's dark as a blacklight jack-o'-lantern in the hollows of a whiskey barrel. As the sweet vanilla and caramel notes remind you of a Brach’s Milk Maid, you realize a second too late that your thirst has become… a ghost.