So, a while back I read and reviewed a book about the love / hate of the liqueur Malort. A midwest, mostly Chicago, rite of passage drink. I enjoyed the book, not so much some of the people from it and really wanted to have a taste of it.
Fast forward to near Christmas and a boutique liquor store, Bar Keeper in the Virgil Village section of Los Angeles were selling little mini bottles. Perfect! I got one for myself and fellow imbiber Richard to taste. Below is his series of texts while tasting….
I did not enjoy it either. It tasted like a candle. A flea market home made candle. I knew the taste was going to be off putting but what really surprised me was that there was zero alcohol burn. None. There was also no sweetness or viscosity to it either. Plus the pee yellow color did not help matters. It was just chewing potpourri.
I guess I am in the camp of why would you ever drink this.