Blue Moon. Could have been a dirty pump, but it tasted like baked bean juice laced with orange soda.
And I’ve drunk multiple “shit-mixes”, where everybody contributes a shot of whatever they’re drinking and then somebody drinks the resulting concoction, normally because they’ve lost a drinking game.
Bah, Blue Moon. The worst part of that is that a few pizza places that used to serve Paulaner Hefeweizen, which I like, switched to serving that swill instead, I assume because it’s cheaper. It tastes exactly like what it is: a MillerCoors version of a witbier.
Speaking of nasty beer, the worst beer I’ve had was probably in Russia. The water is already brown. Then they add a little fizz and bottle it and call it beer.
Ah, yes! That reminds me. I had some weird Baltika one-off beer that was flavored with basil and almonds. The internet tells me it was Baltika 10 Jubileynoe (Jubilee.) The few reviews I see of it on Rate Beer and Beer Advocate are fairly average, but I just remember it being the worst beer flavoring idea I had ever tasted. I mean, why in the hell would you essentially dump pesto into your beer? Wretched stuff it was.
I can’t be sure all Absinthe is disgusting but the brand I got in a circular bottle from The Czech Republic sure tasted like shit, even when served the way it’s supposed to be.
Campari is a horrible, horrible liqueur.
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Absinthe, I couldn’t do more than just a taste even after cutting it with water.
I tried a Campari and soda. once. I fiished it but was not inclined to ever try it again.
Blueberry mead that somehow had gone wrong. My drinking friend who did NOT believe in wasting alcohol especially meads had to pour it out. I couldn’t get past the smell and he couldnt go past the first taste.
I once had the displeasure of imbibing a ghastly liquid labeled Don Emilio Tequila. Probably a good twenty five years ago a buddy of mine and I scraped together some change and bought this stuff off a giant display. On sale of course. Had never seen or heard of it before or since. A clear liquid that tasted more like Coleman’s fuel than any tequila I’ve ever had. Poisonous! Of course we drank it all and got sick as dogs.
I don’t like beer. Never have, and haven’t been shy about saying so, which led to people telling me I just hadn’t found one I liked yet. In college, I set out to test that assertion, in a bar that boasted of its selection of over 140 different beers. Over the course of several months, I tried all of them. Unsurprisingly, I didn’t like any of them. Most were just mildly unpleasant. Some were downright offensive.
One was actively hostile.
I don’t remember the name. Couldn’t read most of the label. Allegedly, it was imported from somewhere in Africa, but Hell seems like a more likely point of origin. There was a green snake on the label, a mamba, I think. Because nothing says “Drink this!” like a highly venomous reptile.
Beer is basically rotten barley, in my view. This one tasted like rotten barley, with a liberal admixture of other, less wholesome things. Burnt rubber and spoiled celery were the notes that stood out most clearly, against the cacophony of a noisome orchestra tuning up. It was slimy, yet still fizzy, as if to ensure that one’s sinuses were not left out of the horror. I couldn’t swallow that first sip. I spat it into an ashtray, where it was no doubt improved by the butt residue. The bartender nodded understandingly, took the bottle–holding it at arm’s length–and poured it down the drain, no doubt to the detriment of the sewer’s bouquet.
He handed me the next beer without comment. It was something called “Blackened Voodoo Lager”. It was worse than it sounds, and you’d have to hold a gun on me now to make me drink it, but for that one bottle, I was grateful to it.
I make mead, but I don’t usually get to drink any of it. This is because my friends and family usually drink it all. If you don’t want to be a guinea pig, stop wheeking.
As a 30 year [del]victim[/del]veteran of SCA campfires and science fiction convention room parties, and the hundreds of unlabeled bottles, jars and jugs that have passed around at said meets, your creations must be among those I always hear about but never get a chance to try. More’s the pity, damn it.
Oh, I don’t claim they’re nectar of the gods or anything (so to speak), but most of them are as good as or better than the few commercially available meads. I’ve made some bad batches, but I have the good sense not so share them unless someone insists on tasting them. The bad ones are reserved for experiments–one batch turned out to make a rather tasty (and exceedingly potent) spirit after freeze-distilling it, and another improved substantially after aging for several years.
Funny thing about it–I’ve found that mine is almost always better when served at or near room temperature. It’s much harsher when chilled.
Hey! Since ASXI myself. I have had a very little good mead, but one of the SCA guys out here has his own brewery which makes excellent mead.
We had a brewing competition once where the sole wine (meh) won, due to all the very bad mead. I feel sorry for he Vikings, since that’s about all they had. Bad mead.
Rabbitsfoot meadery.