'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

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Sage held the glass with a familiar hand and smelled the scent first.

It stifles my interest in the unprecedented scent that existed there.

The smell of 'Old', like smoke going up from a smoked spark, I was listening to. I can tell that right away.

But mixed with the aroma, it smelled like sweet, luscious almonds.

The liqueur potion of his favourite scent of smear, 'Parfetamur', is also a deeply sweet fragrance of a different lineage.

Sage transformed his interest into curiosity into a flavour that was unexpected.

Keep it up, take a quick bite.

"This is..."

The shift in that bite of impression was beyond his expectations.

First, the entrance is mellow and sweet. An even sweeter 'amaretto' palate intertwines beautifully with the hint of wheat you feel from 'Old', then slips through your lips.

Thoroughly from the first impression is that its flavour is leaning towards sweetness, leaving little to no sour taste.

But I don't get the impression that it's sweet.

Like quality chocolate smoked (a lot) with smoke, while stimulating the tongue, the liquid then expands its power.

Spread over the tongue, despite being well cooled, the liquid begins to release the 'heat' hidden within it.

The smooth tongue remains, and then the firm strength burns over the tongue.

But I don't have the impression that it's hard.

There is a feeling that the tongue with heat envelops the liquid with blur and the flavor that spreads from the liquid envelops the entire mouth.

A delicious, sweet cocktail with that impression. A great cup with delicious' Old 'indeed.

But Sage didn't really feel the unique trait from it.

When it comes to feeling like 'Old', can I say that it's too neat and lacks a punch?

Because I'm using 'Old', that's why I wanted the trick to come forward.

But this sweet, strong cocktail was most pronounced when swallowed.

'Old', from the time he swallows it, stays in his throat and gets to his last job.

That smells like smoke I first felt.

Even though the flavor of almonds disappears through your throat, its smoky flavor does not disappear, and it rises from there to your nose in reverse.

I had the impression that it was aromatic, but cleverly concealed its greatest punch to this end.

Its smokiness determines the flavor changes that have taken place in the mouth.

It is no exaggeration to say that the finish is determined by the last scent. I am strongly impressed with the meaning of using 'Old' until then, not with words, but with the aftertaste.

A cup that is sweet, serene, yet leaves a strong and intense impression.

And that cup is the message of the bartender youth in front of you.

Sage thinks as he rolls the liquid in his mouth with another bite, another two bites.

"... [Godfather]... Great Father... Leader?

When Sage replaced the meaning and asked, the bartender neither affirmed nor denied it, but just smiled.

I thought Sage guessed what he wanted to compare the cocktail to.

This' Old 'is who I am, and' Amaretto 'is the people of the city.

And I wonder if this is the city itself.

If you look at the surface, it's a cohesive, very good city.

A united city where the lords and the people are hands in hand and turning in peace. And the only city that doesn't have this kind of trait and doesn't have something unique.

That's what others say when they look at the city.

And when I drank the cocktail earlier, it was also Sage's assessment.

The characteristics of the lord (Old) do not appear on the front. Peaceful, but boring city.

But he left a message there.

If you try a good cocktail, if you look right in the back.

Even if you can't see him, there's a proper look (kaori) of the lord (Old) there.

(... Oh, my God, you've caught it too much, just for your convenience)

I just fell for it a little bit, Sage reflecting.

But the fact that he likened this' cocktail 'to the' city 'must be what he thought.

Sage can't help but think about it.

Because there will surely not be so many cocktails that have only had one drink but will change their appearance so much in the 'Old' kind.

"... would I be a good lord?

Sage had the consciousness to ask in a half-spirited manner.

The opposing bartender grinned and nodded this time.

"At least I'm glad you're the lord of my city."

Bartender, evening fog In general, it was a rare and straightforward opinion.

Sage muttered, "Thank you," and then again, poured the contents of the glass into the back of his throat.

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When I saw the look on Mr. Sage's face with a gentle smile, I lowered my chest.

At least, you would have figured out that I didn't make this cocktail with the intention of making a fool of myself.

"... you always take care of me."

He grins joyfully as he shakes the glass gracefully.

At some point I was impressed by the slightly hoarse look of your accompanying knight, who had freed his ears.

Soon after that, however, Mr. Sage's expression returned to that of his spare lord, separate from that moment when he uttered a weak sound.

"... Speaking of which, have you got all the necessary ingredients you used to say?

Mr Sage said so as to change the subject.

I roar Mmm-hmm while I cling to his will.

"Hmm? If 'Old' is aligned, didn't he achieve his goal?

"... no. Actually, there was only one last thing left. Without it, it's still a bar."

"Is that something?

Think of it as something that has aligned us so far compared to Earth and this world.

Potions of the four major attributes into the four great distilleries.

Liqueur, who seemed to have difficulty making his own, got it as Demon Grass.

Fruit-based liqueurs also arrived at the correct answer: no attribute potion.

Special liqueurs that still don't fit together can be demonic eggs or milk.

And I was also able to duplicate some luck and recreate 'whiskey'.

There's only one missing, important piece that's been all this way.

"It's called 'Vermouth' -- it's called flavoured wine."

At the end, it stayed.

of cocktails in this world, like the most important pieces.

"... what kind of alcohol is that?

I briefly briefed Mr Sage, who asks.

Vermouth is a herbal alcoholic beverage based on white wine. It is a type of mixed liquor and may be treated as a liqueur, but the vermouth is basically treated separately.

Many types of medicinal herbs and ageing in effective barrels.

It is an ancient alcoholic beverage of history that was born by piling them from far ancient times.

Even in cocktails, Vermouth is important.

A relatively dry transparent one, especially called the 'dry vermouth', and a relatively sweet brown one, called the 'sweet vermouth', are used in a number of recipes.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that there is no such thing as a bar where 'Vermouth' does not have it.

But that's my feeling, of course, having experience on Earth.

The word 'vermouth' means nothing in this world.

"Hmm... white wine with herbs melted in it"

"I don't specialize in the manufacture of 'alcoholic beverages', but I may have to make my own now"

I have a bitter laugh.

From the matter of magic grass to this point, I'm looking into it in the library to find free time, but after all, only 'Vermouth' doesn't exist conveniently.

The idea of making my own was always in my head.

"I've made what's a deceitful fruit potion, but all this is going to take time"

Complex aging processes and how to combine many different types of herbs are a world of know-how.

Even if we shorten that process in a magical way, given the multiple trials and errors that accumulate, the time involved is not the ratio of potions to date.

Especially since herbal liqueurs depended on magic grass, I barely had that knowledge stored either.

Though inevitable, I needed to be quite prepared.

"... Speaking of which, Sue, you sure... you had the blood of an elf in you, didn't you?

In the meantime, as I recall, Mr Sage says.

"... yeah, that's how I hear it"

I can't really grasp the guidelines for what Mr Sage wants to talk about.

With that in mind, he seemed a little hard to say, he said.

"You said that 'drunk' is out of specialty now... but actually one race in this world is also an expert on 'drunk'"

When I was told, I remembered what Mr. Oyaji used to say about his wife.

When Mr. Oyaji was training in cooking, his wife was selling herbs like Chinese medicine.

It's an unsolicited image, but wouldn't the Chinese be like the generic name for a drug that isn't a scientific drug?

In other words, it has the meaning that he had expertise in medicinal herbs.

And to Mr. Oyaji's wife, Sui or Rai's mother, was a half-elf.

That means.

"If I could meet an elf and listen to him, it could be a huge help to your goal"

Mr. Sage's words strongly followed the lines connected in his head.