Linie Aquavit. It is a Scandinavian liquor meaning “water of life”. It is a white spirit infused with botanicals, like gin. Its principal herbs are caraway or dill.
Tasted it while visiting Hungary, beloved by the locals. Not being a connoisseur, it tasted to me like the extracted essence from a ton of black pepper seeds into a single ounce of alcohol. Strongest stuff I’ve ever had. They had also a traditional drink with like 85% alcohol. Quite a culture. Lots of warm people.
If you find it, please let me know. I looked around and struck out. It sounds so odd, is like to try it. Perhaps bring it camping to compare its flavor to a forest’s!
I live in Sweden, so our main source of alcohol is the government monopoly Systembolaget, now, I can order alcohol throughout the EU with no customs or any restrictions (as far as I know), but i have no clue where to start, however, Systembolaget are famous for being able to bring in stuff from all over the world on special order, so I’ll probably go through there, but I will keep my eyes open on other sites as I find them.
We could create a community for odd spirits, both for finding and asking about odd spirits…
This is the question. “It tastes like the forest: still, slightly sweet air, golden sunlight filtered through emerald leaves, a crystal brook babbling just out of sight” versus “It tastes like the forest. Dirt, rotting undergrowth, and animal shit”.
Cacique, which is Costa Rica’s national liquor (only rare because it’s hard to import).
It’s essentially sugar cane hooch that the government decided to nationalize in an attempt to end secret production, back around the mid 1800s. Their plan worked and it became a sort of national identity. The whole history of it is pretty neat.
It doesn’t taste like anything on its own, so it’s mixed with everything and the kitchen sink.
I have that - Nixta? My sister outlaw gave it to us for Thanksgiving. It smells like caramel corn. I tried it with bourbon, Tuaca, and lemon but the corn flavor was lost in there.
Malort starts off horrible and gets worse. I’m convinced that it’s somehow undergoing chemical processes and decaying into more awful chemicals once it interacts with the inside of your mouth.
I bought it on my honeymoon and now I’ve got the absolute worst flavor I’ve ever willingly put in my mouth sense-associated with one of the best times on my life, so that’s lots of fun.
I keep this as well, almost exclusivly to torment friends and family. I feel like it tastes like a used wodden clog that somehow got turned into a drink. I dont think its that bad, but I do enjoy playing up its legend.
The fellas and I have a gaming weekend once a year. Someone always has Jeppson’s on hand for punishment. Last year you could earn points for drawings every few hours and drinking a FULL shot of Jeppson’s would always get you a bonus entry. The bottle never emptied after 3 days of 20+ lads, it’s that bad.
I’ve been using it (70%) to prep my face before hair removal sessions, soaked onto a cotton ball. But the effect is that I can somewhat taste the stuff. Not terrible, but not good. Intriguing. Which got me to thinking, I wonder how desperate a person would have to be to drink this…
My uncle doesn’t drink, but still collects small bottles of spirits, but I get you, I mainly find the bottles and liquid beautiful and only drink occasionally.
I will never drink ever again. I have done plenty of dope and no shortage of alchohol quite a while ago. I don’t miss it one bit and If I’m after dope it’ll never be booze.
Drinking alchohol is synonyms to a slow suicide and and self destruction. It makes you stupid and it is like saying out loud that you have shitty memories you can’t, but want to, forget. Not that you will but you will stop caring about yourself and wanting to forget memories.
Come here, I got this big club. I can handle your desire to forget. Just don’t talk about the club, okay?
We have a friend who says “There is no problem alcohol cannot make worse.”. I do like cocktails but just one is usually my limit as I don’t really like being drunk. It’s more part of food culture for many of us.
I see where you are comming from, and while I disagree with some points you make, I am truly happy for you that you have managed to be clean, and I wish you all the best.
I meant no disrespect to your struggles with this thread, but since this is one of the largest communities on lemmy threads about drink and drinking will show up, so I don’t know what you want me to do.
I have no desire to forget in this case, I have never mentioned any club, so I think you are a bit confused.
Again, I am very happy to hear that you have got clean, and I really wish you a bright future, but if you are in this situation, perhaps this thread isn’t for you?
Oh I couldn’t help but take the opportunity to explain the truth of certain decisions. I’m just a complete prick for that kind of thing. And for club, let me just say that this isn’t a real fight beyond this here and now moment. Take it with a sense of mutual respect if you can handle the truth I already laid down. I’d say more but I just want you to see this fight & club. There’s a fantastic movie all about it and if you haven’t seen it, you should and then you’d understand why I just can’t talk about the fight club.
I have an unopened bottle of Seagrams from 1946, and a bottle of Old Forester from 1953, where time + the VERY heavy glass stopper cracked the plastic seal and broke the cork. Both belonged to my better half’s grandfather
I once tasted some regular Cuervo gold my buddy brought to a cabin weekend. He was going to make margaritas (with HFCS mix) and I nabbed a pour to sip on. It was one of the best tequilas I’ve ever tasted. I couldn’t believe it was Cuervo, and then he told me that it was a bottle his Dad brought back from Mexico in the 80’s. Apparently that stuff was really good back in the day.
It makes a fantasticly dangerous summer drink when mixed with sprite, you hardly feel the alcohol, but the taste is amazing, with a fairly standard sprite tast first, that explodes into a full raspberry taste with the aftertaste.
I seldom drink, and drink little when I do, but this is brilliant.
From what I read here, raspberries don’t have enough sugar to be distilled by themselves. I didn’t realize it but apparently the himbeergeist is an infusion.
Woodford Reserve. They make a Double Oaked you can find in most liquor stores. I’d try that first, but I don’t think they taste all that similar. The double double is much oakier in flavor, but the nose is similarly pleasant.
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