An aperitif is a bitterish alcoholic beverage that was originally meant to be served before a meal to stimulate the appetite because people in the nineteenth century believed all sorts of wonderful things about alcohol, which they had to drink constantly because water, prior to modern sanitation, was a biohazard. Also it's sort of weird to think that you needed to drink alcohol to become hungry since basically everyone was starving all the time back then.
Anyway, one aperitif is called the negroni. It is a cocktail that is made, typically, with one part gin (a neutral spirit not unlike vodka, but with plant stuff, most commonly and notably, juniper [...]
Have you heard about the powdered alcohol thing that the "Alcohol, Tobacco Tax and Trade Bureau has approved… for sale and distribution"? Would you like to know more? You would? Hahaha, you fell right into my trap. If you are actually interested in powdered alcohol you are clearly some sort of teen or pre-teen, because no one with any level of maturity or taste would have even a cursory interest in something as gross and vile and juvenile as powdered alcohol. You are way too young to be reading this site. Come back in a few years when you have developed some character and a taste for bourbon.
Here is a hidden camera investigation focused on suburban New Jersey adults purchasing alcohol for actors posing as thirsty teenagers. It is hard-hitting exposes like this one that Edward R. Murrow had in mind when he invented broadcast journalism in 1948.
If you love liquor and hate Jersey, this is your Sophie's choice.
"I love Savennières, but I will concede it’s not particularly likable. That is to say, it’s not an easygoing, friendly sort of wine. It requires a commitment, which is not necessarily a step that everybody wants to take. I understand the feeling. Just as I often prefer a thriller to a work of literature, I sometimes don’t want to make the effort to ponder a wine. I just want to enjoy it. At those moments, I would leave the cork in the Savennières. But given the proper time, energy and sense of resolve, the rewards of a good Savennières are many."
"A customer pays for a Fosters beer at the Occidental Hotel in central Sydney June 21, 2011." —Can you guess the story from the photo caption? I must confess that I could not.
"‘As long as people are doing reasonably sensible things, who are we to tell them what to do? If people are not ending up paralytic in hospital, it doesn’t seem to be doing any harm."