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A drink, with the dead.
Solace, until darkness.
Tea. It was not a perfect way to live one's life,
What wine goes with Captain Crunch?
Today is officially my first day of becoming an alcoholic. And this drink is making my soda very good - actually, no, I take that back. It tastes like shit, but I'm going to drink it anyway. Want some?
Water - a thoroughly underrated drink.
It is ethanol that everyone is after when they drink alcoholic beverages. That is what gives us the euphoric feeling, and that is what all vendors of alcoholic drinks are selling.
Fear and anger
an interesting yet dangerous cocktail of emotions for a person in your potion. Aleixandre
A pleasant aperitif, as well as a good chaser for a short quick whiskey, as well again for a fine supper drink, is beer.
My one light American Spirit that I smoke once a week, on Saturday night.
Whatever you want - nonalcoholic, of course.
Don't you have something plain and wholesome, like scotch or bourbon?
Champagne ... the wine of kings, the king of wines
Wine is an escape from grief,
a slip into sleep,
a cool forgetting of the hot pains of day.
What better cure for being human?
Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating.
His father cultivated art and self-realisation; his mother went in for simplicity and hygiene. Hence the child, during his tenderer years, was wholly unacquainted with any drink between the extremes of absinth and cocoa, of both of which he had a healthy dislike.
SkyClan or cream,
Sweet tea and bourbon?
Pure Spirit, one hundred degrees proof - that's a drink that only the most hardened contemplation-guzzlers indulge in. Bodhisattvas dilute their Nirvana with equal parts of love and work.
BRANDY, n. A cordial composed on one part thunder-and-lightning, one part remorse, two parts bloody murder, one part death-hell-and-the-grave and four parts clarified Satan.
Rum, n. Generically, fiery liquors that produce madness in total abstainers.
A very good drink they call Chaube that is almost as black as ink and very good in illness, especially of the stomach. This they drink in the morning early in the open places before everybody, without any fear or regard, out of clay or China cups, as hot as they can, sipping it a little at a time.
You sit back in the darkness, nursing your beer, breathing in that ineffable aroma of the old-time saloon: dark wood, spilled beer, good cigars, and ancient whiskey - the sacred incense of the drinking man.
Beer, it's the best damn drink in the world.
Rum is tonic that clarifies the vision,
and sets things in true perspective.
Sherry, the civilized drink.
I hate brandy...it stinks of modern literature.
I was exhausted but also for the first time in weeks I felt sleepiness, that rare, delicious liqueur, soaking into my body like blotter paper.
I love Thieves, it is therapeutic, if you're not feeling well. It has a very strong scent but is quite wonderful. I also use lavender. Peppermint, when my stomach is upset.
Beer. Now there's a temporary solution.
What do you do for ecstasy?
The thing I like about Irish whiskey is that the more you drink the smoother it goes down. Of course that's probably true of antifreeze as well, but illusion is nearly all we have.
Oh, demon alcohol, sad memories I can't recall.
the liquor aiding the shorthand of my loneliness. It was strange that I could feel differently so easily, that there was a sure way to soften the crud of my own sadness.
It was like washing down a bucket of peyote with a vatful of absinthe.
I contented myself with whiskey, for medicinal purposes. It helped numb my various aches and pains. Not that the alcohol actually reduced the pain, it just gave the pain a life of its own, apart from mine.
Milk for infant as liquor for adult.
A splendour of miscellaneous spirits.
I used to like whiskey. But it's been a long time since I've been drunk.
Hefeweizen. Never drink something you can't spill.
I've always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.
oxymel, a honey and vinegar drink used for the treatment of fever, pain, or whatever else the peddler thinks they need to say to sell the swill. Now that was just sad.
Iced tea! Nothing is half so refreshing as a glass of black tea piled high with ice! More than a quencher of thirst, it is a tamer of tempers, a lifter of lethargy, and a brightener of smiles. It is a taste of Winter's chill, magically trapped in midsummer's glass.
A little toxin is the best tonic.
One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.
I don't drink hard liquor anymore, but I sometimes order Lagavulin just for the smell. It's so good. It's unbelievable.
Anoint the saucepan with a touch of sunflower seed oil. Grease its scars, and as soon as the oils heats up, sprinkle with flour, pour on the bouillon and the moonshine strong as the hearts of the village man who knows not how to love with his words, only with his actions, and ass the chopped apple.
Drink whatever you like, just so long as it coordinates with your nail varnish.
Alcohol is a pervasive fact of life, but an extraordinary fact-pleasurable and destructive, anathematized and adulated, and deeply ambiguous ... the genie in the bottle.
There is something about gin, the tang in it of the deep wildwood, perhaps, that always makes me think of twilight and mists and dead maidens. Tonight it tinkled in my mouth like secret laughter.
a sour lozenge on my tongue.
Drunk all the time, feeling fine on elderberry wine.
Three measures of Gordon's, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon-peel.
Vicodin and vodka the breakfast of champion's.
Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.
I take the juice of two bottles of whisky.
I remain faithful to bourbon sour. It's absolutely delicious. You'd have to ask a bartender what's in it, but I think if you know you might never have a drink. I also love a little rum, 7 years aged, brown, when it is chilly, before dinner.
What is God drunk on? Your love.
This drink has a magical power. It strengthens the weak, and revives those who have fainted. Those tired after work and physical activity can return their life forces by this drink much sooner than by nourishment ... It works as a diuretic, an appetizer, an antitoxin.
Hemlock in the cocktails, wasn't it? Something of that kind.
What am I drinking? NyQuil on the rocks, for when you're feeling sick but sociable.
Gin and tonic," Christian says. "Hendricks if you have it or Bombay Sapphire. Cucumber with the Hendricks, lime with the Bombay.
WINE. Because...KIDS!
If hot food is they key to maintaining an expedition's stamina, then low grade gut-rot alcohol is the key to sustaining its sense of pleasure.
I would say whisky or pills. Not both because that can have disastrous consequences.
Tobacco, coffee, alcohol, hashish, prussic acid, strychnine, are weak dilutions. The surest poison is time.
Finest kind of dope. Book-Valium. No more heebie-jeebies. No more whim-whams
Whiskey is by far the most popular of all remedies that won't cure a cold.
Such poor liquor do make a man's throat feel very melancholy
and is a disgrace to the name of stimmilent.
My cream and black Aga. It is the heart of the house, and people congregate around it.
There's no mistaking what kind of potion I need. Caffeine - for alertness and rejuvenation.
Beer. It always seems like such a good idea at the time, doesn't it? What's worse is beer seems like an even better idea after you've had some beer.
a cloudy cocktail called Smoke, made by mixing water and fuel alcohol. Smoke joints were tucked into the back of paint stores, drugstores, and markets, among the dry goods and the stacked cans.
A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.
Shaken and not stirred.
Its liquor is like the sweetest dew from Heaven.
All substances the cunning chemist Time
Melts down into that liquor of my life.
Urgh - essence of Millicent Bulstrode.
I was thinking of the immortal words of Socrates when he said ... I drank what?
Champagne is the one thing that gives me zest when I am tired.
He took a large tablet of beet sugar (an equivalent quantity of ordinary lump sugar does equally well) and soaked it in Angostura Bitters and then rolled it in Cayenne pepper. This he put into a large glass which he filled up with champagne. The excellences of this drink defy description.
Whisky making is the art of making poison pleasant
Vinegar of the interrogator with the oil of a flirt,
Health - what my friends are always drinking to before they fall down.
The oil and wine of merry meeting.
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
It was kind of a decompression - from straight alcohol to mixed drinks to wine to spritzers - and then you're out.
If the October days were a cordial like the sub-acids of fruit, these are a tonic like the wine of iron. Drink deep or be careful how you taste this December vintage. The first sip may chill, but a full draught warms and invigorates.
O drink is mighty! secrets it unlocks, Turns hope to fact, sets cowards on to box, Takes burdens from the careworn, finds out parts In stupid folks, and teaches unknown arts. What tongue hangs fire when quickened by the bowl? What wretch so poor but wine expands his soul?
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
[From: 19 Lessons On Tea]
Who keeps putting alcohol in my alcohol?
Tea! Bless ordinary everyday afternoon tea!
Awe is the best drug in the world
I'm 12 years sober, so I don't have beer! When I used to drink I really liked Bass Ale!
It took determination to be really strange. That, or absinthe before breakfast every day.
Egg nog. Because nothing satisfies like a cold glass of eggs.
bottle that reads, "Drink me.
Tea - that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen ...
traditional British tea.
A comforting acquaintance, hope, a contagious thing like spring, inebriating like lager.