Friday, May 6, 2011

Liquor, but with burnt cats

For a country that allows home distilling, New Zealand produces surprisingly few commercial spirits. There’s enough beer and wine here to inebriate the whole hemisphere, but local liquor stores stock just two Kiwi vodkas, one gin, and very little else. 

That may explain why I took a chance an apertif called Purple Death, whose makers brag that it that smells of “horse-shit and old tram tickets.” I found that particular claim to be a slight exaggeration. The bit about “old tea leaves and burnt cat fur” was closer to the mark.

If they’d said “charred kitten whiskers soaked in fruity cough syrup,” that would be spot on. 

Purple Death

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  1. ronbailey said: I wonder how much Laphroaig will fit in a rollaboard suitcase?
  2. beefranck said: Beeeeeeeelargh!
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