I attended a tasting tonight and have come to the following conclusion: Mead is delicious and so retro, it's refreshingly new.
Interesting side note: For reasons that are unclear, certain local meaders offer a "spicy" mead, which was offered to us from a naked-lady-shaped bottle. Said vendor noted that the same mead was also offered in an equivalent male bottle (possibly penis-shaped--the precise form was shrouded in hushed mystery as he relayed this story), but his male customers were so discomfited, he had to defer to sensibility and serve from the boobies instead. There's a lesson to be learned here, something about us all living in dude nation.
Also, on the heels of a 7-bottle sampling of 12-percent-alcohol honey wine, a whiskey tasting seems like a disaster waiting to happen. (No, I didn't have the whiskey.)
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oooh, i haven't had mead in a long time. a buddy of mine back in philly made some once. the party thrown to celebrate his successful mead-making venture---what i remember of it---was a blast. to me it seems that the qualities of mead (warm, glowing, rich golden hue) become exactly the qualities of your mood when drinking it.
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