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- Feb 9, 2013
I have a bottle of Jeppson's Malört, because BumWine.com gave it such a glowing review:
It's very strange. It's like extract of random aromatics that you'd season a steak with. It goes down easier than I thought it would, but then again, I also drink straight vodka, so maybe my iron esophagus is helping there.
Brb, time to get another drinky poo
However, apparently it's very difficult to find outside of the Chicago area. Like you see a big mess of pins in the Chicago area, and then almost nothing. However, lucky for me, there's a few pins in the Baltimore/DC area. So when I was in DC today, I grabbed a bottle. (Because of Maryland's goofy liquor laws, I can't have liquor shipped to me.)Jeppson's Malört
35% alc. by vol.
This foul Sweedish liquor seems to be indigenous to Chicago. The word "Malört" means wormwood in Sweedish. The tag line on the label says it all, "Most first-time drinkers of Jeppson Malort reject our liquor. Its strong, sharp taste is not for everyone. Our liquor is rugged and unrelenting (even brutal) to the palate. During almost 60 years of American distribution, we found only 1 out of 49 men will drink Jeppson Malort. During the lifetime of our founder, Carl Jeppson was apt to say, 'My Malort is produced for that unique group of drinkers who disdain light flavor or neutral spirits.' It is not possible to forget our two-fisted liquor. The taste just lingers and lasts - seemingly forever. The first shot is hard to swallow! PERSERVERE [sic]. Make it past two 'shock-glasses' and with the third you could be ours...forever." People write in to us claiming that the flavor is a mixture of tussin, nail polish remover, gasoline, bug spray, varnish remover, grapefruit rinds, corn syrupand metal with a hint of herbs. The taste powerfully lingers for at least ten minutes. While it's certainly worthy of mention as "quirky, disgusting booze," at $15-$20 a fifth, it's definitely not the drink of choice for Chicago bums. It's mostly bottom-shelf pints of liquor instead of that wormwood-infused flower of the Jeppson company.
It's very strange. It's like extract of random aromatics that you'd season a steak with. It goes down easier than I thought it would, but then again, I also drink straight vodka, so maybe my iron esophagus is helping there.
Brb, time to get another drinky poo
