I love describing salty licorice to other Americans too. “So you know black licorice? Imagine it also being really salty and with a large hint of ammonia.” Their looks of revulsion are priceless.
That liqueur sounds interesting. I think I have an affinity for things that sound wonky to most people I know. Petrochemical smells in Islay scotch? Fantastic. The funky hot garbage/burnt electronics of pot still Jamaican rum? Awesome. The sensation of making out with a spruce tree some gins have? Delicious.
The Finns make a salty licorice liqueur!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salmiakki_Koskenkorva
I have to try it someday.
I love describing salty licorice to other Americans too. “So you know black licorice? Imagine it also being really salty and with a large hint of ammonia.” Their looks of revulsion are priceless.
That liqueur sounds interesting. I think I have an affinity for things that sound wonky to most people I know. Petrochemical smells in Islay scotch? Fantastic. The funky hot garbage/burnt electronics of pot still Jamaican rum? Awesome. The sensation of making out with a spruce tree some gins have? Delicious.
I think it’s the very definition of exported depression. But I also think I’d love it.