Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab (BPAL) American Gods General Catalog Perfume Oil (Available)
"Taste it."
The drink was a tawny 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 flavors. 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.
"Okay," said Shadow. "I tasted it. What was it?"
"Mead," said Wednesday. "Honey wine. The drink of heroes. The drink of the gods."
Shadow took another tentative sip. Yes, he could taste the honey, he decided. That was one of the tastes. "Tastes kinda like pickle juice," he said. "Sweet pickle-juice wine."
"Tastes like a drunken diabetic's piss," agreed Wednesday. "I hate the stuff."
Nine glory-twigs dipped in golden mead.
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