Booze poetry
Last night, Ben and I conversed about mixing drinks. He pointed me to a drink containing Chartreuse VEP by the Cocktail Whisperer. Inspired by the opulent verbiage, I wrote the following:
Not satisfied with an insubstantial vodka, I prowl around the liquor cabinet. Deep in back, under cover of dust, I find a dark and mysterious spirit. When opened, the bottle emits a foggy vapor reminiscent of the peat bogs of Scotland. When drunk, that same vapor clouds the mind in a layer of thoughtful mist which doesn’t clear ’till next morning’s sun.
Which must surely be the most romanticized description of a hangover there ever was.
Also, green chartreuse has some colorful descriptions.
“Ye should be tryin’ the Green Chartreuse!” he said. “Tis more terrible than the screech of a Ring Wraith riding its steed down yer throat!” Green Chartreuse is a liqueur that was invented when Satan was tired of peeing in the mouths of the damned with his eight-headed penis. Charlie dusted off the bottle from the nether regions of the bar, and as he opened the bottle I heard the bark of Cerebus, faintly, but distinctly. It didn’t pour into the glasses so much as it flowed, its color and consistency an exact match for the mysterious green chemical they use to charge porto-potties. — http://www.zug.com/scrawl/bar-drink/