Just noticed that the bottle of maple syrup in the fridge was from 1992. We didn’t buy it, it’s one of those inexplicable corporate promotions that seems completely unrelated to pure maple syrup. As we have pancakes about once a millennium and waffles even less, not to mention my phobia of anything sticky, the bottle is still in there, in its third refrigerated universe. Still viably liquid and sweet. The same bottle you pretended to chug-a-lug while drunkenly searching for beer at an Xmas party long ago.