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inspired by my thoughts on cocktails, and by the fact that i got to try two proper absinthes at the lcbo, i took the opportunity afforded by the weekend to crack open a bottle of damiana liquer that i bought while in mexico a while back. i bought it because it was a local delicacy and it had a cool bottle (see photo)... damiana is apparently a quaint local term for "demon from the ninth circle of hell", which is an appropriate description of the flavour.

taken straight, the drink is somewhat akin to consuming the contents of a zippo lighter followed by a spoonful of honey. not to be deterred, i investigated the possibilities of mixing this concoction with something else in the hopes of making it, if not palatable, at least tolerable. after contemplating the horror which was the dam + jag cocktail (because the only thing i could think of that would make this worse would be to mix it with jaggermeister) and dismissing as possibly dangerous the notion of mixing it in a magarita, i settled on lowly orange juice as a possible solution. turns out that, much like the magic it can work with cheap vodka, orange juice does make it better.

in the meantime, i will contemplate its very attractive bottle, it's amber-like colour and will try to avoid thinking about it's revolting taste.

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If I may interject, orange juice cannot save everything... there are things out there that quite simply are beyong redemption; for that matter, I do believe that some mixes are banned under the non-proliferation pact...

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