Friday, December 25, 2009
Buddhist Kohn
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Quick thing.
This is real and wonderful.
Of all the possible luxuries a palate can indulge, eau de vie is my and my husband’s favorite, in particular for the reasons you describe: unless you’re a raving alcoholic, it’s almost always enjoyed with the most adventurous people. While we’ve had many lovely after-dinner digestives, we’ve also shared a 10 a.m. swig with a farmer in Slovenia, a late afternoon glass of homemade eau de vie de poire with a Polish shepherd in the Carpathians, and something resembling plum eau de vie from a gerry can offered to us by some locals atop a mountain in Croatia. We’ve enjoyed the more delicate French Poire William as well, and I’m almost on my last serving of an apricot Palinka I brought home from Hungary. The essence of apricot is so clear after the heat of the brandy, I can barely stand to drink the last drop.
I do wish the virtues of eau de vie were more appreciated here. We often offer it to friends who turn their noses away at its strength. I looked for your Douglas Fir variety after reading about it a few years ago; when I couldn’t find it, I bought Zirbenz, a stone pine liqueur from Austria. Not nearly the same, I’m sure. I’ll search again, and many thanks in advance for whatever adventures the bottle attracts.
— Debra, in response to “The Pursuit and Pleasures of the Pure Spirit”