Flavors in a Scotch on the Rocks

The title might constitute a poem in itself -- 'on the Rocks' offers a wealth of interpretations, not only in the way it complements (by conflict) 'Flavors'. More specifically, I don't drink, so the merit or deficiency of such dilution is beyond my direct experience, but I can appreciate that it forms an effective relationship with 'A virtue fades', both literally and metaphorically. I also like the sonics of this piece, where meter, rhyme and alliteration work in concert. The construction is interesting -- superficially, the vocabulary is simple, but it's delivered with an interesting semantic/syntax interplay.

Please excuse me while I attempt to extract my head from my arse...
:)