Thread: Got Mead?

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And to think they could've made a fortune on mead!

Thanks, now I'm going to have to open the bottle I brought back from Ireland when I get home.

Well, you could always propose a toast to SRP before your first quaff!

It will be done!

I actually got back into bee keeping this year and would love to try and make some mead next year when the honey comes in. It is expensive stuff to buy. My son had some and it was quite good, but much of it I think would make for a bad day!

Will N.

In Ireland, I remember them handing me a mug full of warmed mead at the upper floor of a castle, followed by trying to go down the steep and tightly spiraled stairs. Definately fun, in a nerve wrecking way.

As a medieval historian with considerable practical, hands-on as well as academic and documentary experience on the subject, I have a word of caution: a mead hangover unlike most anything else. The friend I shared one such experience with described it as... how can I put this delicately... feeling like a dog passing a peach pit.

I would definitely file that particular bevvie in the sipping rather than the chugging category. Caveat potator.

Tasty though.

Originally Posted by Cangooner

As a medieval historian with considerable practical, hands-on as well as academic and documentary experience on the subject, I have a word of caution: a mead hangover unlike most anything else. The friend I shared one such experience with described it as... how can I put this delicately... feeling like a dog passing a peach pit.

I would definitely file that particular bevvie in the sipping rather than the chugging category. Caveat potator.

Tasty though.

Bibo, ergo sum!

Originally Posted by ANelson

In Ireland, I remember them handing me a mug full of warmed mead at the upper floor of a castle, followed by trying to go down the steep and tightly spiraled stairs. Definately fun, in a nerve wrecking way.

Didja no kiss the Blarney Stone?

I got asked that in the pub in Blarney one evening. When I replied in the negative, the gent laughed and bought me a pint.

I was there in November and as that is the "off" season, I pretty much had the place to myself. I made it to the top of the castle where the stone is located and two lads were kicking a soccer ball back and forth. One of them asked if was there to "kiss the stone". I told him "naw" I was just there to say I'd seen it. It was a lovely cool morning and the only damp place on that level was at the stone... I grinned at the lads and made a crack about localized rain showers. They thought it hilarious too.

Never developed a taste for mead. Been a few years, I may have to see if my tastes have changed. LOL

I SAW the Blarney stone, and I'm afraid of heights, so no way was that gonna happen. By the way, hope you all felt properly toasted last night, I know I did!