Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Wondrous Skeins of Connexion Guide Us to Booze
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John will recall (if not from memory, then from the very end of his long and funny record of the St. Petersburg trip) the African liqueur Amarula:
Monday, 6 August - Closure Costs ExtraMorning in Frankfurt led us back to the airport, which as it turns out is obnoxiously put together (the gate names are all misleading). Stopped into the duty-free shop with an oversupply of leftover Deutschmarks, where Katie and I ended up splitting the cost of some bizarre South African liquer so as to pass the transatlantic flight in a state of blissful stupidity, rather than of boredom and depression. Stuff is actually really good.
I had not thought about that liqueur in a long time, but Lore has. Piedmont Grovery in Oakland carries Amarula and you can buy it online too, in case you're on the coast opposite Piedmont Grocery.
You'll recall that Katie told us, "You can't get this in the US." Ha!
