Instead, she said this

Each person has his golden drink, the drink which once made him the happiest fool in the world. The most glorious and freest human being. In my case, Abe, I am lucky that it’s orange juice. At the first taste of orange juice, bliss rushed through my body. Afterwards, if I have more orange juice, I try to re-live this bliss; it happens occasionally and, wow, it feels good. You’re unfortunate that your golden drink is beer. It would be more fortunate if your golden drink were non-alcoholic.

Children in Reindeer Woods, Kristín Ómarsdóttir, translated from Icelandic by Lytton Smith.