When I was younger, I had to live with my grandmother for a summer across the country. We weren't very close, and I was nervous. I stopped being nervous the second I walked in, and I learned to love my grandmother. She always had meals freshly made, desserts attracting the whole town, the whole works. I remember the Milo's drinks always being a common side, and they're a fond memory of a grandmother that I've since lost. My Milo's memory goes back 10 years now, but I still drink the tea and remember the memories that happened over a bottle of tea.