An ENIGMA rife with tasteful contradictions. A whodunit as cryptic as nan’s cursive. Like the paradox of a sunny day cast into the seductive myst of mystery. The liquid head-scratcher, chin-stroker, and what-ifer — our beloved ENIGMA. With a palate packing the pull of a bright red button saying, “DO NOT PRESS.” Let’s beat the skin of this conundrum, sit back, and swill until we’re left speaking in riddles.