I'm just getting stuck into a few glasses of Beirao - a rather nice local Portuguese liqueur. After a meal of sardines & chips and a couple of beers it really hits the spot.
I will undoubtedly buy at least one bottle of said alcoholic beverage at the airport - then take it home to sit neglected with all the other weird gear that I've accumulated over the years (french apricot and almond brandy anyone? - how about a tooth-rottingly sweet Italian orange monstrosity??)
Whey do we do this??
What horrors are hiding in your deep, dark recesses?
Mead Togo ? What does it taste like ? Isn't that what they used
to drink in the 16th/17th century because the water was so contaminated? Not that I am suggesting your bottle is a few hundred years old !
No idea Samuri, it is made with honey so is probably very sweet and sickly. Medieval England drink from the Tudor period I think. It was first prize in a raffle. Second prize was two bottles.
isn't Irish Mist like Baileys ?? love that at Christmas while wrapping pressies..it usually starts AS a pressie but never seems to make it to the wrapping stage ! lol
You've just reminded me that I've got a bottle of Mekhong in the back of the cupboard. I brought it back from Thailand ages ago. It'll be getting an outing tomorrow now I know it's there.
I recently unearthed a bottle of "Licor De Hierbas" from the drink cabinet. We opened it, tasted it and promptly deposited the remainder of the bottle down the plughole.
My lovely late Nan used to make her own Sloe Gin. I'm not kidding when I say that NASA could fuel a rocket launch on that stuff.
One night, before her illness, 3 generations of our family got totally wasted on her Sloe gin whilst eating her famous curry puffs and reading tarot cards.
I have a miniature bottle of Pernod given to me by a wine delivery truck driver about 45 years ago, he used to bring the wine and spirits out from Paris to the village in which I lived. He was an amazing character and had the strongest head for booze of anyone I've ever met. He could literally drink everyone under the table and still drive back to Paris, how, I don't know. His nickname was 'No-No' and he wrote it on the bottle,
I'll never drink it, of course.