“Lovely,” Hadrian said, as he led the way to a drinks cabinet down the hall, in one of the study rooms he had overtaken with his taxidermy collection. Asia. Plenty of choices. He surveyed a row, trying to decide just how kind or cruel he might be to his brother’s presumably-less-adventurous taste palette. “Alright – let’s be more specific. Will it be the best of Goa, of Java, or Maotai in China?”
Hadrian didn’t wait for an answer: he took down some bottles and began to pour his brother out a tasting flight of shots of all three. Feni, from fermented Goan cashew apples, fruity and pungent; some cap tikus from Java, homemade distilled and (highly potent) palm wine; and then a variety of Chinese baijiu, their grain-based liquor, from a town called Maotai.
A shot of all three might be enough to do Titus in, but they would see.
Hadrian didn’t wait for an answer: he took down some bottles and began to pour his brother out a tasting flight of shots of all three. Feni, from fermented Goan cashew apples, fruity and pungent; some cap tikus from Java, homemade distilled and (highly potent) palm wine; and then a variety of Chinese baijiu, their grain-based liquor, from a town called Maotai.
A shot of all three might be enough to do Titus in, but they would see.
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