Our mind sometimes makes associations in a very obvious way (not that it's a bad thing). The other day with a glass of the "dew" pictured below in my hand, the song "Fields of Gold" by Sting popped into my head (or was it the other way around..). The two put together made for a delectable sensation that lasted a few good minutes.
Sting doesn't appear to be singing about a "golden dew" in this song but reminiscing fondly about good memories and the thought of fields of golden barley along the British countryside (brushing aside the technicality that the drink pictured below is actually Irish) being gently caressed by winds seems to evoke similar emotions. Cheers everyone!