This year, it's arrival had been delayed, but we all knew it would come. Last week it appeared. Deep Winter, the second sub-season of the un-summer solstice, entered the northwoods. Time to break out the hot chocolate, long underwear, and Yukon Jack ("...a taste born of hoary nights, when lonely men struggled to keep their fires lit and their cabins warm". Says so right there on the label. It also claims to be the Black Sheep of Canadian Liquors. It's unclear whether that refers to its nonconformist nature or a literal reference to a mutton like aftertaste, but I digress). There was also some snow.