So I’ve cleared my pallet for the 6th and final mead of the Midaus set.At 75% abv I’m kind on intimidated by this one, but as an experience and an obstacle it needs to be done.
And a word of the ennui of existence. It’s a Saturday night and a set of fine musicians are playing up the road. My friends are scattered across London and the country, and so I guess I’m going alone, which would be a lonely experience if I wasn’t so used to it.
Entertainment is what it is, and although better in the good company of others, there is perhaps something in my nature that makes it unlikely to happy. Thus the enuui to which I refuse to surrender.
So to the mead, this time a mead balsam which I think means something.
A mead distillate of wonderful taste and aroma, with cranberry juice and lemon juice.
A mellow scent, with a hint of the strength but not much more. I’m hoping this one isn’t too drinkable, as that way lie blindness and oblivion.
Agghhh the taste entirely what you’d expect almost pure ethyl, numb lips and nothing much to taste. I’d be tempted to dilute it with something but can’t see the point. However persistence in the face of adversity.
So with water it’s drinkable but still no fun, and not to be repeated. No more than I expected and other true meads await.
