Delivering a depth that often only comes from hard won history and broken promises, sweet sorghum meets our hypothalamus' secret sugar addiction with an adult-sized shot of bitter and herb. It has hints of worchestershire and raisins and the rounded edges of resin but none of these notes ever push the tongue tingling fructose and dextrose team out of center stage. A pitcher of it is a rich companion for the low country buttermilk biscuit , though it is rarely found on the contemporary breakfast table. Tradition has given way to less declamatory accompaniments and so I find myself exploring other avenues for sorghum's communion. . . I have a feeling this entry might trail on over a few weeks . . .