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Our annual pilgrimage to Tamworth Distillers in New Hampshire took place recently. The day was clear and cold and we found snow upon arrival.

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But no one cares about that.

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It’s a building filled with alcohol. Let’s shop!

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I made a beeline to my very favorite gin, Damson plum… and gathered enough to make my checkbook squeal.

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I passed on the whiskey made with beaver castoreum.

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Because if he mixes it with urine to scent mark his territory ? I’m not using it to mix a cocktail.

Nope.

Not going to happen.

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I did try their extremely unique brandy.

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Made with the durian fruit. You know … the one that smells like rotting flesh?

While the aroma wasn’t that horrible, it was a bit too potent for my taste.

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We spent a good deal of time in the store because naturally the husband found a Marine to talk to. They were stationed in the same place, with the same squadron and knew a lot of the same people… which meant yours truly wandered aimlessly back and forth, trying more free samples than she should have.

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