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Oh Wow.

A few weeks ago I posted a note about some Root beer Schnapps we used to make for neighbors while in G-Burg.  Everclear, sugar  and some flavoring, some boiling, some cooling and bottling and what resulted was a super smooth liquor that was simply put: fantastic.  We did this for a few years and some of our more addicted friends wondered when their next shipment would arrive.  We tried to time it around Christmas.  The current Mrs. Blythe was Mr. White and I was Jesse.  





Imagine my surprise when last in Northlandia the Wombie slipped into the storage room, or wine cellar, and came out with a pristine never-opened bottle of a vintage 1988 bottle of Mike's Root Beer Schnapps.  


Questions arose:  why wasn't it ever opened?  Would it still be good?  How would one possibly put a price on it?  What is Sotheby's phone number?  The answers are:  The Wombie's a coward, yes, priceless, no idea.



The labels are still intact:

 "This special blend of sugar, water and Grain Alcohol is the culmination of an hour's work.  It captures, I think, the essence of the raw spirit of Mercer County.  

 So sit back, and try some Mike's Root Beer Schnapps...it'll make a cold winter day a bit warmer." 



This particular bottle will likely not ever be opened.  And I'll wager it is as smooth a concoction today as it would have been 25 years ago when it was new.

But I have good news for those of you who requested a bottle if I ever made a new batch.  When I come up in February I will be making a couple batches while in the Cabin in the Woods.  If you want some, just let me know.  

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