Archive | August, 2018

Bittersweet love

28 Aug

Hallo! I wrote another lil’ something for Delectable about amaro! You can learn all the fancy fun facts (and lack thereof) and get my tasting notes on them here but in the meantime let me introduce you to my favorite new find of the year: Amaro Dell’Erbolista.

I broke down and got it after numerous people sang it’s praises to me. It’s a big ol’ bottle and once you taste you’ll be glad. It is one of the bitterest if the bitter yet has a backdrop of toasted marshmallow that haunts you. Close your eyes take a sip and see if you don’t see a campfire. Like if you could put a toasted marshmallow on an autumn leaf I imagine it tastes like this bathed in citrus juice.

Granted I haven’t had a toasted marshmallow in a minute, being vegetarian. But I’ve a had a vegan mallow here and there so I think I remember what the genuine article tastes like?

Get some and you be the judge.

Muah, dahlings. Off to shoot an audition then get back to work on my next two Delectable pieces for September. Hope to keep them bitter and sweet as my…personality? I dunno I’m not bitter. Just a little damaged. But hopeful. Okay not gonna get deep here.

Go get some amaro.

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I drank a Scotch and I liked it

7 Aug

Oh wow! I’ve been anti-Scotch since the time we met. Which was when I was learning about “tolerance” so…just imagine why the flavor of it triggered icky feelings for some time.

But ample time had passed and while I no longer associated scotch with wacky St Louisans fetching late night White Castle and (ahem) scotch coming up…I still didn’t like it. For the same reason I don’t like a lot of mezcal: I’m not into smokey flavors.

Well, I had a pal determined to turn my head and I’m glad he did. The Glenmorangie Highlands Single Malt Scotch “Nectar D’Or” 12 year whisky with a Sauternes barrel finish is scrumptious enough for a gruel-head like me. I probably phrased the name all wrong but you can’t blame me too much I’m sipping Scotch.

This has just a whiff of smoke at the end that ballasts the honey, vanilla and marmalade that you get up front. It’s that friend who has one slightly annoying quirk but they are so delightful that the quirk becomes endearing. Or it’s the gap in the supermodels’s tooth.

Anyway. I’ll stop saying I hate scotch. Much like I tell people that if you think you hate Los Angeles you just have to find the part you like, it seems you just have to find a scotch that suits you.

I actually am a bit Scottish–me mum’s a Campbell so I feel better knowing I don’t hate a drink that runs in my veins.