American Gods - Neil Gaiman

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The drink was a golden color. Shadow took a sip, tasting an odd blend of sour and sweet on his tongue. He could taste the alcohol underneath, and a strange blend of flavor. It reminded him a little of prison hooch, brewed in a garbage bag from rotten fruit and bread and sugar and water, but it was sweeter, and far stranger.

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teilo 6 years, 8 months ago
I love mead. I have never understood where Gaiman came up with this description.

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