Life has been, er, hectic here. Various disciples of The Church of Ron came to worship at the altar of excess, bringing with them gifts from afar. Pictured here are two examples from some Norwegian pilgrims. On the right is Hammer London Gin, distilled in Oslo. Very clean, gorgeous bottle, it certainly does the business. On the left is an extremely interesting aquavit, again distilled in Oslo and then allowed to mature in Oloroso sherry barrels. For this spirit to be authentic the barrels have to be loaded on a ship and sent to Australia and not unloaded, but returned to Norway, the principle being that it has to cross the equator twice. All the rolling around makes it absorb the flavours of the barrel, allegedly. Right. That's enough of that. The weekend was tough as the pilgrims spent their waking moments at my feet, gazing up in awe, as I dispensed bottle after bottle of Freisa, Refosco, Gavi, Barbera, Raboso, Prosecco, Cortese, Dolcetto, grappa, Lidl lager, gin and Ron's 100% Organic Limoncello. Quite frankly, I feel like shit. I'm going to have to cut down on the preaching.
Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
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Wednesday, 14 May 2008
Keeping the Faith
Life has been, er, hectic here. Various disciples of The Church of Ron came to worship at the altar of excess, bringing with them gifts from afar. Pictured here are two examples from some Norwegian pilgrims. On the right is Hammer London Gin, distilled in Oslo. Very clean, gorgeous bottle, it certainly does the business. On the left is an extremely interesting aquavit, again distilled in Oslo and then allowed to mature in Oloroso sherry barrels. For this spirit to be authentic the barrels have to be loaded on a ship and sent to Australia and not unloaded, but returned to Norway, the principle being that it has to cross the equator twice. All the rolling around makes it absorb the flavours of the barrel, allegedly. Right. That's enough of that. The weekend was tough as the pilgrims spent their waking moments at my feet, gazing up in awe, as I dispensed bottle after bottle of Freisa, Refosco, Gavi, Barbera, Raboso, Prosecco, Cortese, Dolcetto, grappa, Lidl lager, gin and Ron's 100% Organic Limoncello. Quite frankly, I feel like shit. I'm going to have to cut down on the preaching.
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