You haven't lived until you've had Ethiopian mead. This shit is like the Divine Ambrosia yo, luxurious in flavor, silky in texture, and with a surprisingly strong punch for something so candy-like. You almost forget your drinking alcohol until an old lady has politely poured you a third tall class and you're suddenly having an almost psychedelic experience, and all this at coffee hour at Church
Orthodox, we're not tea-totalers, we're a drinking Church.