I have found Nirvana, and its name is Vanilla Schnaaps.
I’m not a drinker. I have a beer now and then, a cider if we go to a pub; some wine if I feel like it and someone’s already opened a bottle. Otherwise, nice cold water or Coke or something is more than fine with me.
We went to a SAQ Select last weekend, though, to pick up some Scotch and some Irish Cream for our Ostara celebration. (Our spin on Irish coffee — mmm.) At the sleepover I’d tasted O’Casey’s, a lighter and smoother Irish Cream than the ubiquitous Bailey’s, so I was searching the store for a bottle of that when I came across the liqueurs section.
Now, I detest peach flavouring. The fresh fruit’s okay, but peach cream or peach chocolates or even tinned peaches are just yucky. So when all my high school friends went crazy for Fuzzy Navels and peach schnaaps in general, I was unimpressed. (Apart from the fact that I couldn’t get past that sharp taste of alcohol.) That general distasteful impression of schnaaps stuck with me until Sunday afternoon when I found myself staring at Dr McGillicuddy’s Vanilla Schnaaps. Suddenly, all I could think of were Vanilla Cokes.
I brought it home.
This stuff is way too easy to drink. A splash in some Coke, a splash in some root beer — divine. You aren’t really drinking, you’re flavouring with alcohol. Evil. Insidious.
I can’t wait to experiment further. Hot chocolate. Ice cream floats with this stuff poured over top. A splash in lime soda.
Mmmm.
I’m so dead.