A few posts ago, I mentioned picking up a bottle of Witch's Brew martini mix from Harry and David during a day trip to Maine and the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Last night, we pulled out our cauldron and got our hag on.
Witch’s Brew is a brownish liquid made up of chocolate, orange, and cognac flavors. Ordinarily, none of those flavors are extremely compelling to me in drink form, but slapping a Halloween label on any comestible will make me pour it into my person.
I tasted a capful straight out of the bottle and can’t say it was either pleasant or horrible. The flavor seemed vague, like the chocolate was very far away, in another cabinet maybe, and I couldn’t taste the orange. Cognac I wouldn’t recognize even if it introduced itself to me with semaphore flags and sparklers. Overall, the taste reminded me of vanilla extract, although that doesn’t make sense since this was a chocolate drink. My taste buds are historically untrustworthy bastards, though. Adding vodka didn’t change the flavor, of course, although having it chilled by shaking it with ice made it more palatable.
And then I remembered The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
In the end, even Witch’s Brew couldn’t get me closer to figuring out Rocky Horror’s longevity in mainstream culture. Maybe it’s my own fault for not achieving the level of drunkenness where every frame of film is a revelation. Or maybe I need to watch it in a theater full of corset-clad uninhibiteds singing at the top of their lungs. Now that I think about it, maybe that’s the answer to every one of life’s quandaries.