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Yay, cachaça!
Many winters ago (I'm thinking it was in 1996 or maybe 1997), I attended a great cocktail party at my friend Martin K.'s big, art-filled apartment. He had just returned from Brazil . . . with cachaça. This marked my first encounter with the stuff. Many caipirinhas died that night.
I didn't encounter cachaça again -- unless I count a few dodgy caipirinhas in Las Vegas, consumed with the encouragement if not the moral support of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
princeofcairo -- until I went to XIV Encontro Internacional de RPG in São Paulo, in July 2006. The elixir simply didn't exist in Montréal. Needless to say, I brought some back with me.
On returning home, I wanted to kick myself for sticking to my tax-free limit. The woman at Canada Customs read my declaration, asked me what cachaça was, and then proceeded to interrogate me . . . about the taste, recipes, and everything but taxes. As I was alone with her in a big, mostly dark room, it was kind of creepy. But she didn't check my baggage. I could've brought back a case!
Soon, however, it seemed as though it didn't matter. In late 2006, cachaça showed up on the Montréal scene! There was talk of it being the New Hotness in the city come 2007! Every bartender and SAQ salesman was positive that caipirinhas would be the coming summer's hip cocktail. So I just bought a little bit. "Montréal loves its trends," I thought. "If this is anything like the porto trend, I won't be able to swing a cat without knocking over cachaça bottles."
Heh. I never learn. By summer 2007, the city was once again cachaça-dry. I couldn't even get expensive snob stuff. It wasn't available at any price.
Then today, whilst dear Bonnie was out buying the ingredients for falernum (something else you can't get here), lo, she spotted cachaça at the friendly neighborhood SAQ outlet. It's a brand I don't know -- Leblon -- and it slightly disconcertingly calls itself "Brazilian rum." It makes a decent caipirinha, though. I'd welcome the input of any cachaça connoisseurs on this brand.
I didn't encounter cachaça again -- unless I count a few dodgy caipirinhas in Las Vegas, consumed with the encouragement if not the moral support of
princeofcairo -- until I went to XIV Encontro Internacional de RPG in São Paulo, in July 2006. The elixir simply didn't exist in Montréal. Needless to say, I brought some back with me.On returning home, I wanted to kick myself for sticking to my tax-free limit. The woman at Canada Customs read my declaration, asked me what cachaça was, and then proceeded to interrogate me . . . about the taste, recipes, and everything but taxes. As I was alone with her in a big, mostly dark room, it was kind of creepy. But she didn't check my baggage. I could've brought back a case!
Soon, however, it seemed as though it didn't matter. In late 2006, cachaça showed up on the Montréal scene! There was talk of it being the New Hotness in the city come 2007! Every bartender and SAQ salesman was positive that caipirinhas would be the coming summer's hip cocktail. So I just bought a little bit. "Montréal loves its trends," I thought. "If this is anything like the porto trend, I won't be able to swing a cat without knocking over cachaça bottles."
Heh. I never learn. By summer 2007, the city was once again cachaça-dry. I couldn't even get expensive snob stuff. It wasn't available at any price.
Then today, whilst dear Bonnie was out buying the ingredients for falernum (something else you can't get here), lo, she spotted cachaça at the friendly neighborhood SAQ outlet. It's a brand I don't know -- Leblon -- and it slightly disconcertingly calls itself "Brazilian rum." It makes a decent caipirinha, though. I'd welcome the input of any cachaça connoisseurs on this brand.
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Thanks for the add.
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