My Grandmother always made her with love. At the ripe ol age of 13. This stuff would always get us grandkids wound up, so we were only allowed to have one small glass. Well, after grandma’s passing no one else could come close to the taste, even after years of trying. Fast forward 30yrs, my mother said, here try this. She gave me a glass of Milos and wow. It literally brought tears to my eyes. Even the smell was right on the money. Kudos Milos, please don’t stop making this.

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