Post by Jeff on Aug 4, 2006 22:56:56 GMT -5
www.chopinvodka.com/
This is what I am drinking right now. I am not a huge vodka fan, but I do love alcohol in almost all its tasty forms. Chopin is a potato vodka, so it’s slightly oily. But it has a wonderful taste that I thought I would try to describe…partially as a sort of exercise, but mostly just to praise this terrific spirit.
I suppose that most people drink their vodka cold. If you are quaffing Smirnoff, that conclusion is past argument. But if your vodka is of slightly better quality, I recommend that you take at least one shot at room temperature. Some people even like hot vodka (Krupnik), and that might be fun to try at the next Christmas Party. I am going to tell you about a shot at room temperature.
Chopin is 80 proof, so you might expect a powerful scent of alcohol. But there is just a hint of it competing with sweetness and a faint mint. Mostly, the neutrality of the vodka is apparent. It could be almost anything at all. “Think of the possibilities, Max.”
There is a definite sweet oil that hits the tip of the tongue when you sip it. But this feeling is almost immediately overwhelmed by a round, full woodsy taste in the middle of the tongue. By the time the vodka moves further back, the burn has become apparent.
The burn is crisp and hypnotic, a strange combination that probably arises from the fact that the burn lingers a full 2 or 3 minutes. It certainly gives you ample time to contemplate the mysteries of your upper digestive tract. Just as it is starting to fade, something wondrous happens: Beginning at the tip of your tongue all the flavors in all their complexity begin to disappear. They vanish just as you begin to wonder what the aftertaste will be like. The vodka ends like a good relationship. The absence is felt as yearning. The whole experience is rather like a circle. The neutrality of the original smell becomes the neutrality of an afterglow whose final burning disappears somewhere under your heart.
This is what I am drinking right now. I am not a huge vodka fan, but I do love alcohol in almost all its tasty forms. Chopin is a potato vodka, so it’s slightly oily. But it has a wonderful taste that I thought I would try to describe…partially as a sort of exercise, but mostly just to praise this terrific spirit.
I suppose that most people drink their vodka cold. If you are quaffing Smirnoff, that conclusion is past argument. But if your vodka is of slightly better quality, I recommend that you take at least one shot at room temperature. Some people even like hot vodka (Krupnik), and that might be fun to try at the next Christmas Party. I am going to tell you about a shot at room temperature.
Chopin is 80 proof, so you might expect a powerful scent of alcohol. But there is just a hint of it competing with sweetness and a faint mint. Mostly, the neutrality of the vodka is apparent. It could be almost anything at all. “Think of the possibilities, Max.”
There is a definite sweet oil that hits the tip of the tongue when you sip it. But this feeling is almost immediately overwhelmed by a round, full woodsy taste in the middle of the tongue. By the time the vodka moves further back, the burn has become apparent.
The burn is crisp and hypnotic, a strange combination that probably arises from the fact that the burn lingers a full 2 or 3 minutes. It certainly gives you ample time to contemplate the mysteries of your upper digestive tract. Just as it is starting to fade, something wondrous happens: Beginning at the tip of your tongue all the flavors in all their complexity begin to disappear. They vanish just as you begin to wonder what the aftertaste will be like. The vodka ends like a good relationship. The absence is felt as yearning. The whole experience is rather like a circle. The neutrality of the original smell becomes the neutrality of an afterglow whose final burning disappears somewhere under your heart.