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i don't think i ever tried a sherry, it does also remind me of grandmas and strong perfume indeed. i'll try one soon.
what type(s) of sherry? im going to try the sweet one next i think its called pedro jiminezAs if sherry wasn’t strange enough on its own, I’ve passed even farther down the bridge of taboo and have mixed it with tonic - on more than one occasion no less. Anyway, tonic aside, I’ve liked sherry for a few years now.
You'll probably like Pedro Jiménez then, there's ultra-concentred cola flavours in there somewhere. Also raisins and licorice. It does get a bit sickly tbh but it's good stuff
Oh sweet, definitely. Haven't quite wrapped my palate around dry sherry yet (although I have in emergency settings used it as a stand-in for dry vermouth for certain cocktails). Anyway, for sipping, sweet, yes.what type(s) of sherry? im going to try the sweet one next i think its called pedro jiminez
Well it's done your writing no end of good, whatever other effects it may have.A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain, dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapors which environ it, makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes, which, delivered o'er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second property of your excellent sherris is the warming of the blood, which, before cold and settled, left the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice. But the sherris warms it and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extremes. It illumineth the face, which as a beacon gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm, and then the vital commoners and inland petty spirits muster me all to their captain, the heart, who, great and puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage, and this valor comes of sherris. So that skill in the weapon is nothing without sack, for that sets it a-work, and learning a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil, till sack commences it and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant, for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, sterile, and bare land, manured, husbanded, and tilled with excellent endeavor of drinking good and good store of fertile sherris, that he is become very hot and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach them should be to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.