Moxie is a brand of carbonated beverage that was among the first mass-produced soft drinks in the United States. It continues to be regionally popular today. It is produced by the Moxie Beverage Company of Bedford, New Hampshire, which (through several levels of wholly owned subsidiaries) is part of the Kirin Holdings Company of Tokyo, Japan. As a result of widespread brand advertising, the brand name has become the word "moxie" in the English language, meaning "courage, daring, or spirit".
Moxie's flavor is unique, as it is not as sweet as most modern soft drinks and is described by some as bitter. Moxie is flavored with gentian root extract, an extremely bitter substance which was reputed to possess medicinal properties. It originated around 1876 as a patent medicine called "Moxie Nerve Food".
Moxie is closely associated with the state of Maine and was designated the official soft drink of Maine on May 10, 2005. Its creator, Dr. Augustin Thompson, was born in Union, Maine, but Moxie was created and first produced in Lowell, Massachusetts.
Moxie is a historic trimaran sailboat. It was custom designed by Dick Newick and built by Walter Greene to the 56 ft (17 m) OSTAR race limit at Handy Boat, Cousins River, Yarmouth, Maine. It was launched in 1980.
Skippered by Philip Weld, Moxie won the Observer Single-Handed Trans-Atlantic Race (OSTAR) that year.
Moxie is a regional soda in the United States.
Moxie or MOXIE can also refer to:
Just one word was all I needed
To know how you've been
And who you're hanging out with
Your voice has cheer - that's very clever
It must hide the revealing tremor
So all the world thinks you're better
You never fooled me -
I know what's beneath
your floor
What's stashed away under the third wood board
Your powdered heaven.
Why do I still feel responsible for all your dumb mistakes?
It's been two years since we've seen each other
And two years since we said anything.
Anything significant
Oh, once a friend, always a friend has been my law
Now it's time to repeal it
The pain I need to watch you crumble is too great
But you can't see it
You took in a cloudy mirror beneath your floor -
Your mirror's stashed under the third wood board
With your powdered heaven
Tell me, how do you still hold a job?
It's no wonder you don't feel it anymore