Ink of Drink

I drank a drink called "surfer cooler" today, made by these faceless surfers in the great wet wild beyond, and it tastes like sand and seawater and suntan oil and wax and bees.
It was a good drink, and I drank it since a child, and I wonder if it will last until I am old, so ancient that my bones are crumbling and I say to my greatest grandchild, "Inkan, bring for your Grandsire the drink, SURFER COOLER."
And then perhaps I will die with that flavor evaporating from off of my tongue.