I have a strong passion towards fresh Canadian Syrup. It just feels natural, you know? Like going into the woods while riding a Moose, and finding a hot waterfall of syrup. The rocks nearby aren't rocks, they're little waffle rocks. You know you're gonna get sticky, but you don't care. You just want to bite into a waffle rock covered in that warm syrup. Where's that waffle rock been? Who else has touched it? Why the hell do you care? Bathe in it, bathe in that which is maple syrup.