Mozenrath took the cup and held it up to his nose first. He immediately liked the bitter, earthy smell to it, and that was enough to tell him right away that it wouldn't be a sweet drink. He took a sip, immediately moving it around in his mouth a little to dispel some of the heat -- he barely missed scorching the tip of his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and then he had a moment to savor the taste.

He'd guessed right on the bitter, but hadn't realized, still, how bitter it would be. It wasn't disgusting, though. Nodding, he swallowed, and set the cup down for a moment to let it cool a little more.

"Not bad."