Hey, after toasting that serious glass of chrysanthemum wine, my heart suddenly felt itchy.
There is no way of knowing exactly when that day started. It seems that it is inevitable for everything to be soaked in wine. The originally good grain wine has to be put into some weird things, as if if nothing is soaked in it, the life lacks enough fun, which is really puzzling.
Garlic wine, is it healthy or dark?
When I first saw this, I was stunned for a moment.
Garlic is a kind of thing with an extremely strong character, and liquor is also a kind of thing with an extremely strong character. Putting them together, wouldn't it lead to a situation like a fight?
There are people who are willing to believe this. Ancient books clearly record that it has the effect of preventing diseases and strengthening the body, resisting bacteria and promoting stomach health. Even acute illnesses like cholera can be treated. Given such a surprising description, what words can you say?
I secretly thought to myself that the person who created this wine was probably a real person. That kind of unhurried health regimen is simply not possible. If you want to nourish, then give you the most impactful and powerful one. After you drink it in one gulp, the whole process from the throat to the stomach will be like sparks accompanying lightning all the way. That powerful impulse is like shouting to the body: "Cheer up!"
The pungency of garlic and the strongness of wine are nothing like soaking in wine. It is simply a challenge to ordinary life.
Cactus wine, poetry from afar?
The cactus that Mexicans use to make wine sounds much more romantic.
The plant that buzzes and accumulates water in the desert is covered with sharp thorns, but after being cut open, it appears to be watery. I heard that it can reduce this and that, such as the three highs and aging, all of which are not a problem in front of it.
However, what I was thinking about was the appearance and scene of those Mexicans surrounding the campfire, eating meat with their mouths wide open, and drinking this stuff in big gulps. Such heroic momentum can be felt even through the screen.
But to be honest, when you drink it, don’t you really worry about the thorns piercing your throat? This is probably the kind of charm that far away has. It looks beautiful and sounds mysterious, but when it comes to doing it myself, I feel timid.
Bacon Vodka, human obsession with meat
The most outrageous thing is this. Americans, really, love bacon to the core.
To what extent do you love? It was as if even the air he breathed in was filled with the smell of smoke. Since I really couldn’t get the flavor of bacon in the air, I thought of putting the bacon in the wine.
The sizzling fried bacon is soaked in crystal clear vodka with the oil and meat. Just thinking about that image makes me feel sinful and tempting at the same time.
After taking a sip, the sharp taste of alcohol and the smoky smell of bacon exploded in your mouth. And this is not as simple as simply drinking, but savoring a way of life, a persistent thought that "I want to be so happy".
As I write this, the chrysanthemum wine in the cup has bottomed out.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, whether it is the chrysanthemum that pursues long life or such a weird soaking method, isn't it a kind of psychological sustenance that you are seeking?
The world is too boring and life is too ordinary, so we have to add some spice to it.
Adding garlic, adding cactus, adding bacon, what is added is actually people's insignificant unwillingness to live, unwilling to give up like this, unwilling to survive in a mediocre and mixed way, always eager to tinker with some unique charm.
What's in your cup?
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