January 16th 1661 -

   Port Royal, Jamaica

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Behold you mortals the glory of Shillionaire,

A premium liquid birthed with divine flair.

Established in the days when time was young,

It's origins lost, the bards have sung.

The birth of this water remains a mystery,

As enlightened minds ponder its ancient history.

No definitive date hath been declared,

When this water's existence first was shared.

Amid scholarly debates oh so profound,

God’s Juice! it was hailed as the finest around,

Emerged to quench the thirsty elite,

A liquid so pure, with founders discreet.

Scholars maintain with learned decree,

That Shillionaire stands as the finest to be.

For in its essence lies a secret concealed,

Crafted from divine hands, its fate remains sealed.

This liquid they claim, be God's own juice,

Pure pristine and beyond all excuse.

A nectar reserved for the fortunate few,

With riches aplenty, and hearts anew.

So raise thy chalice, oh young Shillionaire,

Imbibe this elixir, beyond all compare.

Drink deep ye and savor this divine cascade,

As heavenly droplets on thy tongue shall parade.

Whilst scholars marvel at this water's birth,

Shillionaire reigns as the finest water on Earth.

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    A.R. Aconteur 

   Gentleman of Pleased Women,

    Coxman of the Purple Order,

    King of a Queen Sized Bed