11:33 AM PDT, April 24, 2009
The official drink of the angels, I'm convinced, is St. Germain liqueur.
It’s celestial in every way—from its graceful bottle that resembles a
fin-de-siècle flacon, to the pale refined gold of its hue, to its
exquisitely fresh, heady fragrance, to the mystery of its making which
involves hand-picked Alpine elderflowers, to its divine flavor, at once
tangy and sweet in perfect balance. Its only drawbacks are its expense
and its rarity, but even those seem virtues.
The other night Hub and I shared our last precious drops of this nectar with a favorite couple, making a very heaven of the warm spring evening, candlelight, civilized music playing softly in the background, and a sense of everything being exactly as it should be, however briefly.
The other night Hub and I shared our last precious drops of this nectar with a favorite couple, making a very heaven of the warm spring evening, candlelight, civilized music playing softly in the background, and a sense of everything being exactly as it should be, however briefly.
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