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Weird Foreign Booze
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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?
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?
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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.
Happy memories....
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.
Happy memories....
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.
I'll never drink it, of course.