character:

Saturday afternoons in autumn, out by the stadium, hours before kickoff, there really are only two things a mindful undergrad or nostalgic graduate (or sentimental ex-student) needs. Your lovingly folded, thick-striped college scarf, and a thermos full of something hot and alcoholic. And nothing fulfills the latter to quite the same degreee of satisfaction as the Alma Mater—the thick collegiant scarf of the bar. Heavier than a normal scarf in order to provide the necsassry warmth for those early dusk hours of the fourth quarter, with broad alternating stripes of your dear old alma mater, its very aroma evokes a marching band striking up the fight song. Lux and Veritas. It is all that is good and warm and dear about University, in a thermos.

tastes like:

The Game.

pairs nicely with:

Being accepted to Harvard, Yale, and Princeton in successive years, being dismissed from Harvard after one semester, Princeton just shy of two, and Yale before actually in a merely technical way ever attending a actual class; Cleveland Tower, Harkness Tower, and the Statue of Three Lies; non-scholarship student atheletes, full-ride academic scholarships, and not realizing that the latter has been provided only under the condition that certain (honestly rather unrealistic) academic standards be upheld; the Memorial Gate, the entrance to Old Nassau, and the steps of Widner Library; homecoming at Harvard, Princeton, and Yale, and spending significantly more time at homecoming events than one ever spent attending the university one is coming home to; Old Campus, Harvard Yard, and bonfires on Cannon Green; rivalries old enough to be nicknamed simply The Game, Crimson & White, Blue & White, Purple & Orange, and a bittersweet nostalgia evoked by the same.