Finally. That’s the word I’ve been looking for since breakfast yesterday. (The cousin of the mimosa, that is. OK, not really, but I always think about them together. I think it’s because the words sound and look alike to me. No, I haven’t experienced either one. I would not enjoy a mimosa – all that OJ, blech. Mojitos I might enjoy, with the lime and all. But I don’t feel a burning desire to find out.)