#Exquisite Flavor Profiles

[tkhuluq]

Swedish Gravlax: Mastering the Art of Crafting Homemade Cured Salmon

Start a cooking journey as we introduce the splendid world of Swedish Gravlax - a delicacy that changes fresh salmon right into a superb work of art. In this assist, we'll discover the art of crafting home made healed salmon, permitting you to relish the abundant tastes of Scandinavia in the convenience of your personal cooking area.

Area 1: The Significance of Gravlax

Uncover the significance of Gravlax, a standard Swedish recipe that weds the quality of salmon with a symphony of tastes stemmed from a special healing procedure. This cooking joy, instilled with a unified mix of dill, sugar, as well as salt, uses a superb preference of Nordic gastronomy.

Area 2: Crucial Active ingredients

To start this gastronomic trip, collect the crucial active ingredients that make Gravlax an amazing cooking experience. Beginning with premium salmon fillet, fresh dill, kosher salt, white sugar, as well as split black pepper. These active ingredients operate in consistency to develop a delicious as well as flawlessly healed salmon.

Area 3: The Healing Procedure

Understand the art of the healing procedure to attain the best Gravlax appearance. Layer the salmon fillet with the dill-sugar-salt blend, making sure an also circulation of tastes. Cover it securely as well as allow it remainder in the fridge, permitting time for the healing magic to unravel. This careful procedure assures a superb, melt-in-your-mouth experience.

Area 4: Taste Mixture

Discover the subtleties of taste mixture as the salmon undertakes the healing procedure. Look into the marital relationship of dill's organic keeps in mind, sugar's refined sweet taste, as well as salt's transformative power, developing a account that's both innovative as well as indulgent. The outcome is a Gravlax that captivates the palate with each fragile attack.

Area 5: Offering Ideas

Boost your Gravlax experience by discovering imaginative offering ideas. Whether very finely sliced on rye bread with mustard sauce or as a sophisticated enhancement to a brunch platter, this home made healed salmon includes a touch of class to any kind of celebration.

Area 6: Cooking Virtuosity

Emphasize the cooking virtuosity associated with developing Swedish Gravlax, showcasing exactly just how the stabilize of tastes as well as the healing procedure boost this recipe to exquisite standing. Enjoy the contentment of offering a home made delicacy that opponents the most effective offerings from high end fish and shellfish facilities.

Verdict:

Finally, understanding the art of crafting Swedish Gravlax brings the attraction of Scandinavian food in your residence. With its fragile stabilize of tastes as well as the transformative power of the healing procedure, home made healed salmon comes to be a cooking work of art. Welcome the abundant practice of Gravlax, as well as allow its splendid preference come to be a centerpiece in your gastronomic arsenal.

Tags : Swedish Gravlax, Homemade Cured Salmon, Nordic Culinary Delight

[gravehags]

ghouls/ghoulettes and drinking

cumulus - likes an aesthetically appealing drink, isn't super particular about what's in it. looks incredibly hot holding a martini glass. is a giggly drunk who will laugh at anything, especially herself. also gets very sappy and will tell each pack member how much she loves them.

cirrus - prefers whiskey, on the rocks, or a good glass of wine. likes the way the liquor burns in her belly and the wine softens her. she's right at home in a dive bar or a classy joint, it's all the same to her. handsy drunk, especially when cumulus or aether is around.

sunshine - loves a good rum drink - the sweeter the better. she gets loud when she drinks, simply too full of joy to contain herself. can frequently be found laughing with cumulus as they both wobble on their barstools fending off amorous patrons.

aurora - like cumulus, loves a pretty drink. prefers vodka but won't say no to gin. always finds someone's lap to sit in wherever they go - swiss is her favorite but she'll never say no to making mountain blush by clambering on him and laughing low in his ear.

rain - vodka drinker - usually a martini and always looks exquisite and disdainful standing at the bar. that being said, he not-so-secretly enjoys being manhandled by his pack. when a giddy sunshine lands a slap on his ass and dew kisses his cheek he's a blushing mess.

dewdrop - will drink anything, the stronger the better. loves tequila. acts like he has a high tolerance when everyone knows he's the first one to get blitzed, even before phantom. routinely gets into fights with other bar patrons before mountain scoops him up.

swiss - like sunshine, enjoys a good rum drink - especially an extra strong tiki drink. has been known to share a scorpion bowl or two with aurora or aether. the ultimate drunk singer - he'll do it in the bar, on the street, in the uber - doesn't matter where he's belting it out.

aether - generally steers clear of hard liquor in favor of beer or cider but he won't say no to a shot or three. has a pretty high tolerance unless he's drinking with dew or cirrus - then they're all over each other laughing and making out sloppy style.

phantom - sweet bug is a hard seltzer drinker, through and through. he can go through quite a few before getting buzzed and when he does...oh lord. confidence through the roof and shows it by hitting on the ghoulettes so clumsily it's endearing.

mountain - gin connoisseur, absolutely, he loves the unique flavor profiles. while he's usually pretty quiet while sober while drunk he's a whole other ghoul. handsy, just like cirrus, pulling any passing member of his pack into his lap and peppering them with kisses.

[recurring-polynya]

A weird little piece of early Bleach ephemera that I am obsessed with is the phrasing around Rukia's favorite foods on her character profile sketch:

"But the list could get longer."

I feel like this implies that at some point, Kubo envisioned that shinigami didn't eat or that there was no food in Soul Society. Which...makes sense? They're ghosts after all. And even in the way it turned out, non-powerful souls still have no need to eat.

It's just hard to picture Soul Society without food--all I can think of is the version of Soul Society from the Bleach live action movie, which was all shadowy rooms and purple glowing orbs.

The thing I really want to know about the idea of a food-less Soul Society, though is-- do souls who died have any kind of memory of what food tastes like? Like, would Renji's favorite food still by taiyaki, but only because he has ghost-memories of it from when he was alive? In that regard, is it perhaps a mark of class to not know what food tastes like? Someone like Byakuya, born and raised in Soul Society would have never eaten. That would put Rukia in a funny position, in the sense that she doesn't know what anything tastes like, not because she's noble, but simply because she was too young when she died to remember what anything tasted like.

Anyway, I think it's for the best that Kubo changed it, but I also enjoy thinking about Rukia eating whole cucumbers in Ichigo's closet in the middle of the night and exclaiming over their exquisite crunch and flavor while he smashes his pillow over his ears and wishes that someone would come and get her already.

[ask-barbatos]

While the purity of Camellia Sinensis is a marvel in itself, the world of tea extends far beyond the simple leaf that is often called a True Tea. Let's talk about flavor-infused tea.

Infused tea

The practice of infusing tea with flavors dates back centuries, with evidence of flavored teas found in ancient Chinese and Indian cultures. Early methods of infusion involved adding herbs, spices, or flowers directly to the tea leaves during steeping. Over time, more sophisticated techniques were developed, such as extracting essential oils from aromatic plants and adding them to the tea.

Today, infused teas are typically created using one of two methods:

Direct Infusion: The most common method involves adding dried herbs, spices, or fruits directly to the tea leaves before steeping. This allows the flavors to infuse naturally into the tea, creating a harmonious blend.

Flavoring Oils: Essential oils extracted from aromatic plants can be added to the tea after steeping. This method allows for precise control over the intensity of the flavor and can be used to create subtle or bold infusions.

One of the most renowned flavor-infused teas is Earl Grey, a black tea infused with the fragrant oil of bergamot orange. The citrusy notes of bergamot dance harmoniously with the rich, full-bodied flavor of black tea, creating a truly exquisite beverage. Earl Grey is a versatile tea that can be enjoyed hot or iced, and it pairs well with a variety of foods.

Aside from Earl Grey, the world of flavor-infused teas is vast and varied. From the delicate floral notes of jasmine tea to the bold fruity flavors of berry teas, there is a flavor combination to suit every palate.

Pictured above: (top) Jasmine infused green tea from Fujian Tea Import & Export Co., (bottom) Blood Orange herbal tea from Harney & Sons Fine Teas. [Blend: Apple pieces, rose hips, hibiscus, beetroot, orange peel, orange flavor, marigold petals, safflower petals.]

Some of the other popular flavor-infused teas include:

Jasmine Tea: A green tea infused with jasmine flowers, offering a delicate floral aroma and a slightly sweet taste.

Chai Tea: A black tea spiced with cardamom, cinnamon, cloves, and ginger, creating a warm and comforting blend.

Fruit Teas: A variety of teas infused with fruit flavors, such as strawberry, raspberry, or peach, providing a sweet and tangy taste.

Fruit teas are excellent for cold-brewed iced tea. I will cover cold-brewing later, so please look forward to that.

When choosing a flavor-infused tea, consider your personal preferences and the occasion. A delicate floral tea might be perfect for a relaxing afternoon, while a bold and spicy chai tea could be a comforting choice on a cold day.

The choice of infusion depends on the desired flavor profile and the characteristics of the ingredients being used. For example, delicate floral flavors may be best achieved using direct infusion, while strong, bold flavors can be created using flavoring oils.

If you wish to create your own infused tea, that will have to be a separate post. For now, it is enough to be able to identify the tea you are brewing so that you can handle it appropriately.

Brewing infused teas requires a balance of technique and intuition. First, identify the ingredients. When brewing a cup of tea, it's good to know what temperature and length of time to steep your tea for.

A tea labeled "Peach" may be a white tea with peach flavoring, and it may be best to brew it at a temperature appropriate for white tea. Blends may consist of varying ingredients that require different temperatures, so some experimentation may be in order to find the best brewing temperature to get the most of each flavor.

Herbal tea

Beyond the True Tea, there lies a world of herbal teas, each offering a unique blend of flavors and health benefits. Herbal teas are made from a variety of plants, including herbs, spices, and fruits. They are often enjoyed for their medicinal properties, as well as their delicious taste.

As no part of an herbal tea contains the Camellia Sinensis plant, these teas are not considered "True Teas". That does not mean we cannot enjoy them, however.

For the most part, an herbal tea will not contain any caffeine, unlike the tea produced from the Camellia Sinensis plant. This makes them more suitable to enjoy in the evening or late hours.

Pictured above: (from top to bottom) Roses, honeysuckle, chrysanthemums, mint and lavender.

Some popular herbal teas include:

Chamomile Tea: Made from chamomile flowers, this tea is known for its calming and relaxing properties.

Peppermint Tea: Made from peppermint leaves, this tea is refreshing and aids digestion.

Ginger Tea: Made from ginger root, this tea is warming and can help soothe an upset stomach.

Hibiscus Tea: Made from hibiscus flowers, this tea has a tart, fruity flavor and is rich in antioxidants.

As with many blends, it is helpful to experiment a little with the temperature and steep time to get the most of your tea. Intuition will follow experience.

The ideal steeping temperature for infused teas and herbal teas can vary depending on the specific ingredients and desired flavor intensity. However, here are some general guidelines:

Delicate floral or fruity teas: 175-185°F (79-85°C)

Bold, spicy teas: 195-212°F (90-100°C)

Herbal teas: 175-212°F (79-100°C), depending on the specific herbs used

Serving suggestions: Cream is usually not served with fruit teas, as the acidity in some will cause the milk to curdle. Lemon slices are commonly served with Earl Grey, however, as with the fruit tea, lemon can also cause cream to curdle. Sugar or honey are appropriate for nearly any tea.

It's always a good idea to experiment with different temperatures to find the perfect brew for your taste. I hope this has been informational and helpful to my students who wish to become better acquainted with tea.

[tmwcs]

so here are the profiles for each character, no special template was used for the sake of time but you can get all the status below. as far as birthdate, they all were "created" by God's angels before the creation of the world and before Jesus Christ was born, so i left that blank bc all the research shows that it was a long time ago (since these are biblical references) and they were all made in Heaven. Aside from that, everything else is below:

Requested by @violet-moon-rp - I hope this is what you were wanting.

MDNI 18+ only.

Warnings: theres some suggestive juiciness hinted in these profiles.

Leviathan/Jake:

Birthplace: Made in Heaven, resides in Hell.

Birthdate: way before Christ.

Favorite color: Blue

Favorite food: He's rather cold blooded, so anything warm soothes his tastebuds. Whether it's fresh made bread, or spicy foods, he likes it.

Hobbies: swimming, admiring aquatic life, spending time with Layla, messing around with his brothers (specifically Niki), visiting the mortal realm, occasionally seducing the ladies (he likes to exercise his tongue.) He prefers mortal women when it comes to the juiciness. For him, mortal women taste better and make the best noise when it comes to the juiciness, so that's where his preference lies. He's a bit of a playboy, but that changes when he meets his own y/n (hint hint) and if you remember the teaser for his and Sunghoon's own story in the Se7en series....Levi/Jake....has a huge breeding kink (its just as bad as Heelels) and whoever the 'lucky' girl is that he chooses to impregnate, you're in for a real surprise....like a bunch of them *hint hint*.

Satan/Sunghoon:

Birthplace: Made in Heaven, resides in Hell.

Birthdate: way before Christ.

Favorite color: Red

Favorite food: Meat, any recipe that includes meat, specifically red meat.

Hobbies: He likes to challenge his brothers or visit the mortal realm and challenge the strongest men in the world, occasionally will even participate in a street fight or a MMA tournament, disguising himself as a strong mortal fighter. He hasn't dabbled into mortal women so much since he isn't fully used to interacting with them, he has two Succubi's that he frequents with. His own y/n has been hinted in the first chapter of his story, there's more to come with that, but he's definitely one of those types that's a bit hard to please or to impress, but something very simple is what catches his eye.

Asmodeus/Sunoo:

Birthplace: Made in Heaven, resides in Hell.

Birthdate: way before Christ.

Favorite color: Blood Orange

Favorite food: delicacies, exotic fruits, crackers, cheese, and exquisite finger foods is what he likes the best, all paired with fine wine. He also loves chocolate.

Hobbies: He likes to wine and dine. He also frequently visits the mortal realm to interact with people, learn various cultures and foods from different backgrounds. He's also the Prince of Lust, and naturally, he likes to dip into collecting very 'unique' toys from all over. He likes to play with them on his own or use them with some of mortal women or demonesses. Not to spoil, but he eventually will have a favorite person to use these toys on...and his y/n is neither mortal or demon. *hint hint*

Belphegor/Niki:

Birthplace: Made in Heaven, resides in Hell.

Birthdate: way before Christ.

Favorite color: White

Favorite food: He is very fond of anything that has noodles, so ramen or pasta, things of that nature. He also loves soup, any flavor.

Hobbies: He's a prankster, and because of that, his brothers do a good job to keep him busy at the River Styx, where he's in charge of managing dead souls and demons. He loves music, so he frequently visits the mortal realm with Sunoo to gain a diverse taste in music. He doesn't pay any attention to girls, he's the youngest and has always been looked after by his elders, specifically Sunoo. Again, not to spoil, but back when they were arch angels in Heaven, Heeseung used to somewhat baby Niki.

Beelzebub/Jay:

Birthplace: Made in Heaven, resides in Hell.

Birthdate: way before Christ.

Favorite color: Green/Jade

Favorite Food: He has a constant sweet tooth, really likes candy, pastries, or sweet drinks.

Hobbies: He loves to visit the mortal realm and observe nature. He also creates a different species of insects and watches humanity discover and study them; he finds that all interesting. Like Sunghoon, he also has a few demon mistresses in his realm, and is a stud when it comes to doing the juicy things...and he does it often. He likes sultry women, which is why his y/n is a bit different from the rest, much like Sunoo's y/n. *another spoiler* As you already know, he's talented with his hands, and he enjoys playing the guitar as much as he likes playing with women's body parts. He goes half and half when it comes to messing around with the demon mistresses and mortal women.

Mammon/Jungwon:

Birthplace: Made in Heaven, resides in Hell.

Birthdate: way before Christ.

Favorite Color: Gold

Favorite Food: He likes seafood and fruit.

Hobbies: He loves his cats. Literally, his cats are his babies, and as you read in Se7en, he filled his entire realm in Hell with the feline species, from lions, tigers, panthers, and domesticated cats, he has them all. He tends to go to the mortal realm and bring them back as he finds them. He's the second youngest out of his brothers, but is feared by many in his own region, due to his merciless attitude, should anyone anger him (remember what he did to that lady's hair in his chapter?) He has a fondness for pretty things, and (slight spoiler) he likes to dazzle his sweetheart with lots of jewelry. He is rational but has a dark side that is almost as bad as his eldest brother....almost. *hint hint* when he gets his own y/n, his favorite position is doggy kitty style.

Helel/Heeseung:

Birthplace: Made in Heaven, created and resides in Hell.

Birthdate: Way before Christ......way waaaaaay before. He's the first arch angel, God's most beloved and favorite angel/creation while he was serving him. In a way, he was like God's first son. No one ever did replace him as the favorite.

Favorite Color: Various shades of purple, though he is more fond of violet and royal purple.

Favorite Food: He's a bit different from his brothers, he didnt' really dabble into mortal foods, although he does now more than ever since he has y/n. Prior to you entering his life, he would sometimes feast on his own creation and eat some of the demons in Hell. It wasn't at all for sustenance, it was more for just the pleasure because the man is cruel, twisted, and psychotic beyond all nature.

Hobbies: He didn't really have many, he was very angry and disgruntled due to feeling betrayed by his former master. His only focus was to kill off humanity just so he could hurt God, but since the discovery of you, that all changed. He now loves to watch you, he'll sit for an eternity just to watch and admire you. After you acclimated to your new 'home', he loves to interact with you, stargaze, or do....unspeakable acts with you. He will go rough and hard, or soft and tender, he'll go both ways just to see the various shades of your reactions and tones when you scream and moan out of pleasure and pain. He loves the idea that he has you for an eternity, and plans to fill Hell with all of his babies through you. He actually really doesn't care about his offspring, he is tender with them while they're young, but his dark nature mixed with his obsession and murderous love he has for you is going to cause some friction with his son's as they get older, especially since they seem to inherit his possessive and obsessive nature for you. If he could, he would spend all of eternity holding you with his c*ck inside you, and your wings intertwining.

[obiancadenise]

Lihim Cafe: Unveiling Hidden Delights in a Cozy Hideaway

Lihim Cafe, tucked away in an unassuming part of town, is a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered. There's something magical about Lihim Cafe, from its plain façade to its cozy atmosphere, that makes you feel like you've discovered a secret.

When you walk into Lihim Cafe, you'll immediately feel welcomed. The inside is decked out with endearing furnishings, making for a cozy and quirky environment that seems like it might be from another universe. The low lights and relaxing tunes provide an atmosphere perfect for unwinding, sipping your favorite beverage, and taking in the peace and quiet.

Lihim Cafe is proud to provide high-quality coffee that has been meticulously procured and brewed. Each cup is a labor of love, made with meticulous attention to detail. The espresso-based drinks and other delectable treats on the menu at Lihim Cafe are meant to stimulate your senses and excite your taste buds. Each taste reveals new layers of complexity in their coffee's exceptional flavor profile.

In addition to excellent coffee, the Lihim Cafe also provides an assortment of delicious pastries and snacks. You can't go wrong with a freshly baked croissant or a slice of decadent cake and a steaming mug of coffee. You'll be filled with happiness and fulfillment as you appreciate these secret treats, having discovered a hidden paradise wherein exquisite tastes and a warm atmosphere coexist.

The Lihim Cafe is more than simply a place to get your caffeine fix; it's also a peaceful haven where you may forget about your troubles and appreciate the majesty of the everyday. Lihim Cafe is ideal for those in search of peace and quiet, stimulating discussion, or a flash of inspiration. So, if you want to enter a magical realm where mysteries are solved and surprises are waiting, come to Lihim Cafe.

Facebook: Lihim Café Instagram: @lihimcafe

Disclaimer: All pictures shown are mine and self photograph

[ysterrd]

Koki (CV: Matsuoka Yoshitsugu)

“Monsters, Chaosism, Riders… no one will be spared.”[1]

A taciturn and aloof, yet deranged chef[2]

Lounge Wisdom’s head chef.

He’s got the looks of an angel as long as he’s quiet, but he’s a violent and deranged man.[3]

His cooking repertoire is diverse and any item on his menu will come out delicious.[4]

He can discern people’s true nature from their build.[5]

Profile

Class: Wisdom Thinks

Height: 178cm

Weight: 71kg

Birthday: February 9th

Age: 25

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Hobbies: Camping, fishing

Skills: Cooking, hunting

Rider Finisher: Bloody Malice[6]

Voice Lines

“Monsters, Chaosism, Riders… no one will be spared.”

“The food lost its flavor… I’ll rework all of these dishes tonight.”[7]

“Hey, don’t touch this survival knife if you don’t wanna be chopped up.”

TL Notes:

生かしちゃおけねえ is 生かしてはおけない. Literally, it means “I can’t spare anyone”, so I added flair by shifting the perspective around. You could also simply interpret this as him saying he’s gotta kill everyone, which would count as another perspective shift.

The original description literally calls him “psycho” (サイコ), but I frankly felt uncomfortable using that term considering how it’s used in English. “Deranged” was a more neutral and respectful way to put it.

On the other hand, I couldn’t do much for this part here to translate 狂気的な性格の持ち主 in a more respectful manner without reusing "deranged”.

So this part only mentions menus, but wording my TL like “his menus are delicious/exquisite” sounded very awkward, so I opted for this wording.

I’m so mad I can’t put the entire nuance here or else it’d make the TL sound awkward. 骨格 refers to someone’s build, yes, but more specifically their skeletal frame, as it’s also the word for skeleton. 肉質, on the other hand, refers to flesh, or the quality of a meat. So, yes, this guy can grasp someone’s nature from their build, but the original wording is so much more visceral than I could ever put in a translation and I’m sad the nuance is lost without a note.

The OG TLs to “Malice Bloody” but I switched both words around to make the name punchier.

Okay, this is the voice line that defeated me. Not because it’s hard, no, but because my ears weren’t the most reliable here, making this much more troublesome to TL than expected. So, what I heard was 「きれい味が落ちてきたな…　今晩あたり、まとめて手入れしてやるか。」. I went for a multiple dish approach considering the use of まとめて, “all at once”, and also went for a more direct wording in general.

Source: Ride Kamens website

Originally posted on Dreamwidth & Twitter on Mar 3 2024.

[healthywaysfitness]

The Exquisite Passion Fruit A Refreshing Delicacy And Juice

Passion fruit, with its unique flavor and aromatic profile, is a true delicacy that captivates the senses. This tropical fruit, characterized by its vibrant purple or yellow skin and juicy, seed-filled interior, is not only delicious but also incredibly versatile. Whether enjoyed fresh, added to desserts, or blended into smoothies, passion fruit brings a delightful tanginess that elevates any dish. One of the most popular ways to enjoy this fruit is in the form of passion fruit juice, which offers a refreshing burst of flavor that is perfect for quenching thirst on a hot day. Its exotic taste and fragrant aroma make it a favorite among fruit lovers and culinary enthusiasts alike. Please visit https://healthywaysandfitness.com for more health tips. The nutritional benefits of passion fruit are as impressive as its flavor. Rich in vitamins A and C, passion fruit supports immune function and promotes healthy skin. It is also a good source of dietary fiber, which aids in digestion and helps maintain a healthy gut. Additionally, passion fruit contains antioxidants that combat oxidative stress and may contribute to overall health. The juice extracted from this fruit is not only refreshing but also packed with nutrients, making it an excellent choice for a healthy beverage. By incorporating passion fruit juice into your diet, you can enjoy a delicious treat while nourishing your body with essential vitamins and minerals. #PassionFruit #PassionFruitJuice #TropicalDelicacy #RefreshingDrink   #Vitamins #Antioxidants #FruitLovers #CulinaryDelight  #ExoticFruit #FreshJuice  

[gelassen-in]

The Enchanting Tale of Indian Tea

The Enchanting Tale of Indian Tea

As we approach International Tea Day on March 21st, it's a perfect time to delve into the captivating history and rich culture of tea in India.

In a memorable scene from Bridgerton Season 2, Kate Sharma (played by Simone Ashley) crinkles her nose in distaste for English tea. Instead, she opts for a cup of masala tea, crushing cardamom to prepare it. This moment sparked a newfound appreciation for Indian tea across the internet. But what exactly is Indian tea, and can its diverse range of varieties be neatly categorized?

Unveiling the Tea Legacy

Tea garden workers in India

Tea has a deep-rooted history in China, where it was enjoyed for centuries before making its way to India. The British, known for their love of tea, sought to establish a trade route that would bypass China's tea monopoly. Recognizing tea's potential as a valuable commodity, they began exploring opportunities to cultivate it in other parts of the world.

In the early 19th century, the British East India Company turned its attention to India as a promising location for tea production. They began experimenting with different tea plant varieties and established tea gardens in various regions. One key figure in this endeavor was Robert Bruce, credited with discovering wild tea plants in Assam, northeastern India, in the early 1820s. This discovery laid the foundation for commercial tea cultivation in India.

A tea garden in Sikkim

Assam, with its favorable climate and soil conditions, proved to be an ideal region for tea production. The British started cultivating tea on a larger scale in Assam, and by the 1850s, Assam tea had gained recognition for its unique flavor and robust characteristics. This variety became a cornerstone of Indian tea production and is still highly regarded today.

Encouraged by the success of Assam, the British expanded tea cultivation to other parts of India. The regions of Darjeeling, Nilgiri, and Kangra soon emerged as prominent tea-growing areas, each producing teas with distinctive flavors and qualities.

Darjeeling, nestled in the foothills of the Himalayas, gained renown for its delicate and aromatic teas, while Nilgiri in southern India produced teas with a smooth and mellow character. Kangra, situated in the scenic state of Himachal Pradesh, also contributed to India's tea diversity with its flavorful and fragrant offerings.

Tea gardens make for quaint holiday spots

Here is a listing of some of the best regional varieties.

Assam Tea: Grown in the lush valleys of northeastern Assam, Assam tea is renowned for its strong, full-bodied flavor, malty notes, and bright reddish-brown liquor. Assam tea is often used as a base for breakfast blends and is favored by those who enjoy a robust and bold cup of tea.

Darjeeling Tea: Hailing from the picturesque Darjeeling region in the foothills of the Himalayas, Darjeeling tea is highly regarded for its exquisite flavor and aroma. Unlike most Indian teas, Darjeeling tea is crafted from the small-leaved Chinese variety of Camellia sinensis, giving it a unique flavor and profile.

Darjeeling tea was also the first Indian product to be awarded a Geographical Indication (GI) tag, recognizing its origin and protecting its identity.

Darjeeling tea commands a global repute

Often referred to as the "Champagne of Teas," Darjeeling tea is characterized by its light golden color, floral fragrance, and delicate muscatel taste. It is often enjoyed without milk and is cherished for its nuanced and refined profile.

Nilgiri Tea: Grown in the misty slopes of the Nilgiri Hills in southern India, Nilgiri tea offers a unique and smooth cup. It is known for its bright, brisk liquor, balanced flavor, and gentle floral notes. Nilgiri tea is versatile and can be enjoyed plain or with a touch of milk. It is often used in blends and is prized for its refreshing character.

Kangra Tea: Hailing from the scenic Kangra Valley in the state of Himachal Pradesh, Kangra tea is a lesser-known but highly regarded variety. It is appreciated for its delicate, floral aroma, gentle astringency, and subtle fruity undertones. Kangra tea leaves are carefully processed to preserve their delicate flavors, resulting in a tea that offers a refined and soothing drinking experience.

Preparation A Vast Variety

Despite the metamorphosis of chai and chai-tea, there is more to tea in India than masala chai. The diverse tea varieties produced in India cater to different tastes and preferences, offering a wide range of flavors, aromas, and strengths. Depending on preparation methods, here are a few more variations.

Kashmiri kahwa is a traditional aromatic green tea

Kashmiri Kahwa: Originating from the picturesque Kashmir Valley, Kashmiri Kahwa is a traditional aromatic green tea infused with saffron strands, cardamom pods, cinnamon, and sometimes almonds.

It has a delicate flavor profile, with a pleasant blend of spices and a slight sweetness. Kahwa is often served with crushed nuts and is cherished for its soothing and warming properties.

Munnar Tea: Munnar, located in the Western Ghats of Kerala, is famous for its tea plantations. Munnar tea is known for its bright, golden liquor, aromatic flavor, and crisp character. The tea gardens in Munnar produce a range of black, green, and white teas, each offering a distinct taste and aroma influenced by the region's unique climate and elevation.

Sikkim Temi Tea: Grown in the hills of Sikkim, Temi Tea is a specialty tea known for its exceptional quality. It is produced in limited quantities, making it highly sought after. Temi Tea features a smooth, mellow taste with a hint of fruitiness, floral notes, and bright amber liquor.

Bihar Tea: Bihar, a state in eastern India, is known for its tea cultivation, primarily in the regions of Kishanganj and Purnea. Bihar tea is admired for its well-rounded flavor, medium body, and pleasant aroma. The tea gardens in Bihar produce both black and green teas, providing a diverse range of options.

Kangra Green Tea: Apart from Kangra tea, which I mentioned earlier, the Kangra region of Himachal Pradesh is also renowned for its green tea production. Kangra green tea is known for its delicate and refreshing flavors, with a milder profile compared to its black tea counterpart. It offers vegetal notes, a light sweetness, and a pale liquor.

Manipur White Tea: Manipur, a northeastern state of India, is gaining recognition for its production of white teas. Manipur white tea is made from young tea buds and leaves, carefully handpicked and minimally processed. It offers a delicate, nuanced flavor with floral undertones and a slightly sweet aftertaste.

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Penrose Song of the Day Day 24: We Might Even Be Falling In Love (Interlude) by Victoria Monet

Boy did I unexpectedly have a shitton to say about this one.

Have you ever heard a song and then just. Wished for more. I feel that way so often these days- in the age of the tiktok sample and the optimized 2 minute song for streams, there's something to be said for a song you can sink into and lose yourself to for 5, 6, 7 minutes at a time. Where is the Bohemian Rhapsody length song these days.

That's not to say that I hate 2 minute songs- I listen to enough Connor Price to admit it's ultimately fine for a song to be thrown off the pottery wheel after 2 minutes, fully formed. And tiktok samples are great honestly- usually the most interesting or expressive part of the song is the part that gets me to listen to the whole track. And I'll take my strikes of inspiriation anywhere thanks, even if occasionally it throws me a Fancy Like (And to be clear I, regrettably, fucking love Fancy Like. The mans has no taste, sorry guys).

But there's a special exquisite pain when you fall in love with a song that is not, strictly speaking, a song.

Victoria Monet is one of my favorite current artists and I've made absolutely NO secret of that. Jaguar II is a NO SKIPS album for me, she just kills it. Even lines I should NOT find charming (Titties bouncing and everything, anyone?) are just so excellent to me. She just has a way with a track that makes me buy in, right away.

We Might Even Be Falling In Love is my favorite track from Jaguar, and it's not even particularly close- there's about half an album of green hearts on this album too (She's consistent too. Dare I say GOAT status), but this 50 second NONSONG IS MY FAVORITE SONG FROM THE ALBUM.

The sultry, smooth fucking beat, that funk from the bassline that's so simple and then cuts out at the end. The melody is so catch, the brass warm and bright and like. I feel like I just hit a blunt in the best way possible and I am not a weed person (I did other drugs).

I knew that V. Monet was a top 5 artist of mine very early on, but I didn't admit it to myself until I took a long hard look at her other music and artist credits and realized she just had her hand on a vast swathe of my liked songs.

There's just something so smooth. So sexy. Very 70's in that way that I can see myself grinding with someone in an afro and bellbottoms. This song is going to be in my Spotify top 100 this year and it is NOT A REAL SONG.

Interludes and Intros are an almost lost art at this point on the album- I think that rap and r&b are the last bastions of both (Metal too but you're not ready for that convo) and the conventional album structure in general- which is fine! Not every album is a meticulously curated hour long tour, sometimes an album is "This is my setlist for coachella" or "look at my new singles". That's ok I think, there's no good way to release music and the entrenched hegemony of the album was due for a shakeup for a while (We saw that change heralded a billion times before the streaming era more or less killed the conventional album release for anyone not named Beyonce).

The point of an intro is to. Introduce the album. Novel I know. And unless your intro is DaBaby good, it's not a track that you're expecting to pop off as the best track on the album. Its job is to introduce. You learn some of the sound profile. A little of the flavor of the album. Themes, motifs, favorite samples. The artist's persona, that kinda thing.

Interludes? Palette cleansers. The change from one thing to another. Rather than some harsh cut from concept to concept you can ease through it with a sultry BOP THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN IT'S OWN SONG OK PLEASE VICTORIA I'M BEGGING.

Sometimes Interludes don't even get that title- I'd argue Smoke (Reprise) is also an interlude in Jaguar II despite missing the designation. But it serves much the same function. Smoke is a much more mid tempo, fat, low synth, vibe of a song and Smoke Reprise acts as good connective tissue to Buju Banton getting full Reggae on Party Girls.

And part of what makes We Might Even Be Falling In Love such a good interlude is that it works as good connective tissue too. I will be honest I HATE Dive. I love Victoria Monet, and I think the song has something to it, but I am not into the whole fuckin Squeaky Toy production this song has going on. I get it's bed squeaking or whatever. I know that it's supposed to be suggestive. It sounds awful. The thing is. The parts with the squeak absent are actually good. I like the melody. And like the idea we go from "Fuckin, the song" to "Maybe we're falling in love" as an interlude? And then into "I'm a Jaguar... in BED" is chefs kiss. That momentary "Wait am I catching feelings?" moment in musical form.

Anyways, We Might Even Be Falling In Love is SO good it makes me wish the song was 5 minutes long. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. And honestly I'm glad I feel so passionate about Victoria's music. You should find something to listen to that you're passionate about too. You could be dead right now, go listen to something you love.

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Sway (ROTTMNT Donatello Hamato x OC)

A/N: It has been like forever to write for anything TMNT related. And for this to roll out so smoothly for me while working today. I am super proud of this piece! I have finally made a character for Othello here that I am so excited to present to you all. And hopefully enjoy her as much as I do. If you can figure out the riddle, that would be so cool. Enjoy~

Word Count: 1094 Warnings/Triggers: Alcohol+Drinking Aged up turtles, the characters are in their 20's and consenting adults! Minors do not interact

Sitting at the bar wasn't something out of order. In fact, it was a part of his routine when he was out and away from his family. Dress sharply, keep his tech goggles down to a minimum,  head to the bar, take his usual seat in the back corner booth on the left hand side and order his drink. Tonight was filled with more patrons than usual as they had a dance night. Something that comes to play once a month and tonight, Donnie just happened to be here. He wasn’t in the mood to really dance. But if the right partner caught his intellectual eye, he may or may not saunter his way over.

None so far. Pity, the music was just perfect for dancing. Even if he wasn't in the mood.

Sipping his drink, he activated his gauntlet and began scrolling through recent schematics of his upcoming inventions to help add an extra layer of security around the lair. Although he wasn't supposed to think of work, he couldn’t help but use statistics and information to help relax him further. As he scrolled aimlessly through his never ending coding of the schematic, the sound of a sliding glass broke his concentration. His hand instinctively caught the glass without him even looking before looking down at the unique cocktail. A very vibrant purple cocktail with a garnish of lemon rind that was cut to look sharp. His eyes glanced down at the liquid before he brought the drink up to his lips.

"And who may I ask created this cocktail?" Donnie asked as he took a sip and was surprised at the flavor profile.

Like a lemon drop candy, but with a little sweetness to balance the drink perfectly. His eyes glanced up to see a young woman, about his age with a short and wavy bob. Her fair complexion absorbed the colors of the lights above them, making her glow. Her brunette red hair glistening under the said lights, her ruby red club dress fit her figure just right without being scandalous.

But what caught his eyes and his soul (who would have thought?)...

Her eyes.

Violet, almost amethyst colored eyes.

Unique, unusual, alluring, and intriguing. He had never seen eyes such as these.

"Purple lemon drop. Of my own concoction." She replied smoothly before flashing a ghost of a smile.

Her dimple piercings tugged to help emphasize the small smile she was revealing. Mentally shaking his head clear his thoughts about her eyes, Donnie flashed a smirk back at her and took another sip of his drink before standing and straightening his shirt and blazer.

"I commend thee for such an exquisite beverage. May I ask this goddess for a dance?" Donnie bowed and offered his three fingered hand to her.

Raising a brow and looking down at his hand, she slipped her hand in his own and walked him to the dancefloor. Donnie was a little surprised at her actions, but smiled nonetheless and easily swept her to the middle of the room and spun her gracefully.

With every step, every sway and every dip, they were the center of the show. People, human and yokai alike clapped and cheered as both Donnie and his dance partner glided across the dancefloor. They both smiled brightly and finished their dance with a low dip and some flair. The whole place erupted in applause. Both Donnie and her were breathing heavily, but their smiles never left as he slowly pulled her upright to her feet and both took a bow before stepping off the floor.

As they walked to the bar, Donnie leaned against the bar table while the mystery girl sat on the stool and waved down the bartender to pour them some ice water.

"You're quite skilled on the dance floor, my lady. But where did you learn all of your moves?" Donnie asked.

With a simple shrug, she replied nonchalantly. "Oh, here and there. More self taught. And you, my fine turtle?"

"Self taught as well. Really didn't have the opportunity to go to classes because of being a mutant." Donnie replied matter-of-factly before thanking the bartender for the water.

With both of their waters downed and cooling their bodies down, Donnie looked across the dance floor before looking at the mystery girl and eyeing her physique from head to toe. She was slender, a little long and spindly, but nothing that would make her look abnormal. She was, in fact, marvelous and stunning. He didn't know if it was the alcohol, the adrenaline, the serotonin, or the testosterone. But he wanted to know more about her.

"I propose we leave and learn more about one another, my dear. I would greatly enjoy your company in public and in private." His voice dropped at least two notes as he finished his sentence.

Her violet eyes flashed with mirth at his proposal and another ghost of a smile flashed before her. Standing to her feet, she faced him and carded her slender fingers around his thin purple tie.

"Love... I am more of a 'playing hard to get.' Besides, you don't know my name." She purred which earned her a deep churr from the softshelled turtle.

"Then grace me with your name and it shall be sung to the heavens." He replied poetically.

But her smile grew as she pulled back just some.

"A riddle seems better fitting for an intelligent man such as yourself.' She replied coyly. 'I am from the stars, but I have never been to space. Look into some mythology and see my husband is Perseus. Who am I?"

As Donnie began to rack his mind with the riddle she presented, he suddenly felt a buzzing and static feeling around them. As he looked down at the girl, she flashed a wink and blew him a kiss before she vanished in a puff of bright blue smoke that smelled of lemon and blueberries. Donnie blinked as his mind processed what had just happened until he gawked.

She was a mystic being! A witch! His logic and his morals were conflicting on what he was wanting from her. 

Groaning, he went back to his booth and slumped with his drink that she had bought him. Defeated at the outcome, he drank the cocktail and muddled over his dilemma with this witch.

His logic going against mystic abilities once more. But April's voice came into his mind, reminding him that both technology and mystic abilities can work together.

Maybe it might work here... but it's highly doubtful.

Maybe?

Tagging: @mysticboombox @banjkaz @s-s-ironnie

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just the samcrowley and sastiel pieces of this fic I wrote :)

“I have to say… For all my tasteful jesting, I didn’t know you had it in you,” Crowley said, his eyes riveted to Sam as he stalked around the dungeon, rummaging around in all sorts of nooks and crannies in the dark. “No talking,” Sam spat, the picture of misery from what Crowley could see of his side profile. He was, as usual, covered up in what might as well have been four blasted layers of shirts. The younger Winchester’s body was absolutely wasted on him. 

“No looking at me, either,” Sam said, somehow discerning Crowley’s gaze while his back was turned to him. “Eyes on the floor.” 

“You could engage in a bit of foreplay, Samantha darling. I’m doing you a favor here.” 

“Oh, sure,” Sam scoffed, “Out of the goodness of your heart.” 

Just like his brother, Crowley thought. Except Sam had always been… quieter, and deadlier for it. He was harder to toy with, this one. Delightfully less so in the present moment, however, considering the circumstances. Sam was standing before him, then, his head washed in fluorescent light from the single bulb flickering above and a deep frown carved into his face. “Hands,” Sam said, and Crowley was late to respond, witlessly enchanted by the perplexing color of his eyes. Variegated blue-green blooms flecked with brown and gold. He would’ve made a resplendent demon. It was a shame Crowley had to bet on the other one now. “Fucking focus,” Sam growled, grabbing each of Crowley’s wrists and manipulating them onto the armrests of his chair. “The bad-cop act doesn’t suit you, you know,” Crowley observed, as Sam restrained his wrists with leather cuffs, applying more force than was strictly necessary. “Your boyfriends make you look like you’re trying on Daddy’s worm-eaten skin in the mirror.” To his credit, Sam ignored this, pulling an empty syringe out of his pocket and holding it up to the light. “Speaking of,” Crowley continued, “How do I know your little feathered paramour won’t walk in on us? Would hate for Dean to catch wind of this moonlit tryst of ours when the state of your union is so dire.” 

“Cas is running an errand,” Sam said, fingering at the veins of his own forearm until he found one that was apparently satisfactory. “He won’t be back for hours.” 

“Hours. Fascinating.” 

Sam made eye contact with him so fiercely and unexpectedly that a frisson of glee shot down Crowley’s spine. “Don’t read anything into it. I just… couldn’t take the risk.” He’d put more thought into this arrangement than Crowley had initially assumed. Perhaps Sam had walked away from that church with a puncture wound that matched Crowley’s after all. Crowley watched as Sam filled the syringe with a dose of his blood, his mouth watering in anticipation. “It’s not purified,” Sam reminded him. 

“Whatever you say, Moose.” 

“You might not feel it at all.” 

“Now you’re just being coy. The stuff in your veins must be sterling compared to your egomaniacal brother’s. Hell, compared to most human vino. Trust me, I’ve sampled plenty.” 

Sam stared at the syringe like he was inspecting its contents for something. “You are the patron saint of bad taste.” 

“I resent that,” Crowley said, because he’d definitely expected that line to get a proper reaction from the boy. That barely-there smirk that hinted at the same flavor of aberrant affection that Crowley harbored, if he was lucky. The haughty narrow-eyed glowering thing he defaulted to, at the very least. Without warning, Sam was bending down to feel for Crowley’s jugular, a gust of his breath caressing the top of Crowley’s head. “Don’t move,” he said, and plunged the needle in. 

A sigh hissed through Crowley’s teeth as Sam’s blood met his own in a jolt of pleasure, making his organs quake with an exquisitely alien sense of mortality. He squinted up at Sam once the shockwaves had petered out, his frustration feeling bigger and louder than usual when he said, “Well? Your turn. Or are you planning on standing there all night like an uppity schoolmarm?” 

Stone-faced, Sam unsheathed his precious demon-killing knife, shuffling closer until Crowley could smell the sweat pooling in the hollows of his body, snuffing out the more delicate scents of his woodsy deodorant and his sweet shampoo. Crowley had to consciously monitor his own heightened physiological responses, dangerously excited before Sam had even touched him. He’d assumed Sam was going for his exposed neck, but he unknotted Crowley’s tie instead, slipping it from the collar of his shirt with a forceful snap that made Crowley’s wrists buck against their restraints. Sam made quick work of unbuttoning Crowley’s shirt to just above his navel, and then he took a step back to wipe his own forehead with the base of his palm. He offered no explanation when he shrugged off his flannel, letting it fall to the Devil’s Trap on the floor in a crumpled heap, exposing the dark patches of sweat staining the gray cotton stretched over his underarms, and - more importantly - the gorgeous swath of muscle he was typically mysteriously keen on hiding. The moment was so electrifying that Crowley suspected he wouldn’t especially mind it if Sam did an about-face and stabbed his knife directly into Crowley’s drunken heart, consequences be damned. What a way to go, his envious underlings would prattle on amongst themselves when they got the news, Murdered by Sam Winchester, the one true heir. Some say His Royal Lowness came in his pants like a total rube before his soul was dissolved into the ether. 

“Eyes on the floor,” Sam barked, and got up close again, holding the blade aloft, baring his teeth; this boy whose face could launch a thousand ships and burn the topless towers of Ilium. 

Crowley’s euphoria had started to really spill out by the time Sam administered his third injection, staccato laughter wheezing out of him with every stinging cut Sam carved into his chest in the interim. “What would Dean think,” Crowley sputtered, struggling to breathe through his outsized amusement. “Can you imagine? His p-perfect darling Sammy, gettin’ - soiling himself with the likes of me.” 

Sam gouged his fingernails into one of the cuts, making the millions of tiny fires blazing within Crowley leap in delirious unison. “I don’t need to imagine,” Sam said, dark, empty. For all his slicing and dicing, he hadn’t had a single taste yet. It was driving Crowley a bit mad. He tucked his chin to inspect Sam’s handiwork across his torso, blood from the freshest wounds dripping sluggardly into his pants. It took a second for Crowley to register that Sam hadn’t been indiscriminately hacking at him, but had in fact been drawing a familiar sigil. It was the one the Winchesters busted out whenever a member of the Heavenly host was getting a little too handsy. A staggering wave of sympathy knocked Crowley’s heart off-course. “How have you been, really?” He asked, the words tumbling out of their own accord. “Since Dean, and your Elysian squatter’s explosive eviction.” Crowley intentionally left off the supporting role he’d played in said eviction. Sam twisted the knife between his hands. He was anointed in Crowley’s blood from head to toe. Crowley couldn’t wrap his mind around the self-restraint required to withstand the enormity of such a craving. “Can’t complain,” Sam said. 

“Really.”

“Yeah. It never helps.” 

Such a shame, Crowley thought again. Such a shame that this glorious night of indulgence was merely a momentary lapse in judgment on Sam’s part. If not for Dean, if not for Castiel, if not for the rules and restrictions God had hardcoded into his failing universe, Crowley could have had a shot with this kid. He could’ve taken everything he had to give. As it was, Crowley was nothing but a blot on Sam’s escutcheon, and therefore needed to keep certain boundaries in place to protect himself. 

Crowley watched as Sam dragged his thumb through the blood coating his blade and lifted it to his mouth, his eyes glazed and distant as he sucked on the digit, tasting Crowley at long last. 

“How is it?” Crowley asked, too eager, too curious about whether the marriage of his and Sam’s blood in his veins had altered its chemical composition to a detectable extent. “Is it… different?” 

But all Sam said was, “I don’t know.”

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“You’ll be completely healed in a few more sessions. Four at most,” Cas said, smiling kindly back at Sam from his chair facing the TV. They’d stumbled into a bit of a routine over the past week; Cas meeting Sam in his bedroom every evening to look him over and work on the detritus Gadreel had made of his insides; staying afterward while Sam tried to sleep, or read, or beef up Cas’s pop culture lexicon as the two of them took turns flipping through channels. Today, Cas had landed on an old episode of Hell’s Kitchen. Gordon Ramsay was a whirlwind of wrathful energy on the screen, shouting censored expletives at the kitchen staff, smashing an unsatisfactory plate on the floor to the dismay of the two sous chefs cowering behind him. A sad state of affairs, the narrator overemphasized in a jolly newsman’s drawl. Will Chef Ramsay manage to whip this crumbling team into shape before their time is up? The theatrics onscreen segued into a commercial for antidepressants that featured a little girl spinning through a field of white flowers while a more bubbly narrator prophesied her deterioration and death via a sprawling list of possible side effects. “Uh, Cas,” Sam said, “Can we turn that off? It’s making my head hurt.” It was actually his shoulders that hurt; strung together with a tension that he hadn’t been able to shake since Dean left. 

“Of course,” Cas said, obliging him right away. The absence of fight between the two of them physically itched. Spit it out, Sam demanded of Cas where he couldn’t hear him. Tell me how you really feel. Except Sam’s thoughts never ran totally freely, anymore - you never knew who might be listening in. There were places in his mind that the threads of his consciousness snaked around like diverted streams, instinctively safeguarding him against an ever-looming danger. He always wondered how much of him Cas could see, when he stuck a probing finger into his molecular makeup to suss out the damage. He wondered whether Dean ever interrogated him for details. “It’s really gone, right?” Sam said out loud, keeping his eyes fixed on the blank TV screen. “You weren’t just saying that?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sam.” 

Cas couldn’t read Sam’s mind, although his body’s oldest secrets were most likely exposed to him. Sam wondered whether he preferred it this way around. “Gadreel’s… ” Grace. Such a nice word. 

“Ah. I’m sorry,” Cas said, misunderstanding as he often did, “There’s truly none left. I wouldn’t lie to you about that.” 

Wouldn’t you? If Dean asked? 

“Okay,” Sam said, and, unthinkingly, “You don’t need to sit all the way over there.” 

A cartoonish expression of bewilderment came over Cas’s face, and a part of Sam that rarely saw the light of day writhed with vindictive pleasure in response. Dean can’t teach him this. 

“Here,” Sam said, clearing his books and laptop off the bed and stacking them on the nightstand, patting the space next to him invitingly. “If you’re gonna spend the night with me, you might as well be comfortable.” 

“I have only waning memories of what it means to desire comfort,” Cas intoned, but he took a seat on Sam’s bed anyway, copying his posture; back to the wall and legs stretched out over the sheets, his shoulder brushing Sam’s. “Normally I’d kill you for not taking your shoes off first,” Sam said. 

Cas shot a startled glance at him. “Oh. I’m so sorry. Had I known I was being rude - ” “It’s alright,” Sam said, smiling, hopelessly endeared in spite of everything. Picturing Cas fumbling through the worst of his human phase on his own made his heart ache. “The rules are different for you.” 

Cas’s eyes narrowed to pensive slits. “Why is that?” In lieu of an answer, Sam drew him into their second hug in as many days, letting it last this time. Cas felt like a man. Cas was so much bigger than a man. And yet, Sam breathed easier, touching this body that had suffered untold indignities but was still somehow carrying Castiel, who could resurrect the dead and command the overtaxed thrombocytes in Sam’s bloodstream to march at the exact speed of light, who had probably watched the earth turn for thousands of years before he was permitted to experience it for himself. If Cas’s body was nothing to him, then maybe… maybe…  

“How did I look?” 

Cas’s hands fluttered awkwardly over Sam’s shoulders. He wasn’t quite hugging back, but he wasn’t pulling away either. 

“You’re getting better, Sam. I promise you, the neurodegenerative changes I observed after Gadreel discarded your vessel have nearly - ”

“No,” Sam cut in, viscerally affected by Cas’s clinical wording but unable to tell whether he wanted less of it or more of it. Our vessel, his deficient blood crooned. His and Cas’s, at the moment. His and Dean’s, forever. Sam turned his face into Cas’s neck, a wretched animal mouthing sloppily at the root of a sky-scraping edifice of gold and glass, and clarified, “When you were human. How did I look to you then?” 

One of Cas’s hands settled on the back of Sam’s skull. Still awkward, like he was imitating something he’d seen on TV. Gently support Baby’s fragile head so it doesn’t fall. 

Cas’s mind whirred and clicked for a moment. Then he said, “I suppose the sum of your parts was… nice.” A bitter little laugh leaped out of Sam’s throat. “Ouch.” 

Cas’s hand slid from Sam’s head to the nape of his neck. Baby’s neck muscles are very weak. Keep it under control to avoid incurring serious brain trauma. 

“I meant,” Cas said, clearly trying for a reassuring tone, “that I prefer your complete form. All your rhythmic cycles and interlocked structures. Your distinctive patterns. It’s… hm. What would you call it? Bingeable.”

Sam thought about the discomfort Cas had projected as he mechanically chewed his mouthful of peanut butter and jelly, the wistfulness with which he’d recalled his normal human tongue and normal human stomach. “Bingeable,” Sam echoed, ending their embrace, tethering himself to the dead TV screen instead. “Sure.” 

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Don’t cry, Sam, Cas kept saying, while Sam dabbed at the wreckage of his face with the cuff of his jacket. We’ll find him. We’ll save him. Sam’s ability to speak had deserted him the moment he found Cas in the library, lying there motionless and bloody, surrounded by three other bodies, a monument of violated books erected over them like a tombstone. He’d believed - for a horrifying, earth-shattering second - that Cas was dead. That Cas was dead because of Sam. The reality was only marginally less shocking, accelerating Sam’s heartbeat to a hysterical sprint while his own throat attempted to strangle him unconscious. It was Cas. Dean wasn’t supposed to be able to hurt Cas like this. One of the corpses was a teenage boy. Sam had found a backpack drooping by the front entrance, containing sheaves of loose paper and several books. Pages of incomplete school assignments. Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Ellison’s Invisible Man. An anatomy & physiology textbook. A TI-84 Plus graphing calculator and a green PSP. Cyrus Styne, the blocky print at the top of a graded test revealed. Dean was in the wind, and there was a bloodstain in Cas’s pristine white collar that would never come out, and an A-student was crumpled on the floor of their library with a bullet in his brain. Because of Sam. His hydrogen peroxide solution burned the paper cuts along his fingers as he scrubbed at the tacky blood seeping into the hardwood, his eyes puffy and sore. He’d sent Cas up to their bedroom to recover, but not before he pulled him close and pecked him on the forehead, then again on the cheek. I’m sorry, Sam had said, bemoaning the poison in every breath he took and every move he made. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. 

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Whiskey and Food Pairing: Expert Tips for Creating Perfect Combinations

Whiskey, with its rich flavors and complex aromas, is not just a drink; it's an experience. But what if I told you that pairing whiskey with the right food can elevate that experience to new heights? Yes, you read it right! Whiskey and food pairing is an art that, when done right, can tantalize your taste buds and leave you craving for more.

Understanding flavor profiles

Before we delve into the nitty-gritty of pairing whiskey with food, it's essential to understand the flavor profiles of different types of whiskey. Whiskey can range from light and floral to bold and smoky, depending on factors such as the type of grain used, the distillation process, and aging conditions. Here's a brief overview of some common whiskey flavor profiles:

Light and floral

Think delicate notes of vanilla, honey, and citrus. Examples include Irish whiskey and some blended Scotch whiskies.

Rich and spicy

Characterized by robust flavors of cinnamon, cloves, and pepper. Rye whiskey and certain bourbons fall into this category.

Bold and smoky

Distinctive smoky and peaty notes, reminiscent of campfires and coastal breezes. This profile is typical of many Islay Scotch whiskies.

Pairing principles

Now that we have a basic understanding of whiskey flavor profiles, let's explore some fundamental principles of whiskey and food pairing:

Match intensity

Pair bold whiskies with equally robust dishes, and lighter whiskies with more delicately flavored foods. For example, a peaty Islay Scotch pairs beautifully with smoked salmon or grilled meats, while a delicate Irish whiskey complements seafood or mild cheeses.

Consider complementary flavors

Look for flavors in the whiskey that can complement or contrast with the flavors in the dish. For instance, the caramel and vanilla notes in bourbon can enhance the sweetness of desserts like crème brûlée or bread pudding.

Balance sweetness and acidity

Balancing the sweetness of the whiskey with the acidity of the food can create harmony on the palate. For instance, the acidity of a citrusy ceviche can cut through the richness of a caramel-forward bourbon.

Experiment with textures

Consider the texture of both the whiskey and the food. Creamy dishes like risotto or cheesecake can complement the smooth mouthfeel of a well-aged Scotch whisky.

Perfect pairings

Now, let's dive into some specific whiskey and food pairings that are sure to tantalize your taste buds:

Bourbon and barbecue

The smoky sweetness of bourbon pairs perfectly with the charred flavors of barbecue ribs or pulled pork. The caramelized sugars in the barbecue sauce complement the caramel notes in the bourbon, creating a match made in culinary heaven.

Rye whiskey and charcuterie

The spicy kick of rye whiskey is an excellent foil for the rich, savory flavors of cured meats like salami, prosciutto, and chorizo. Add some crusty bread, tangy pickles, and sharp cheeses to create a balanced and satisfying charcuterie board.

Scotch whisky and dark chocolate

The rich, complex flavors of dark chocolate are a natural match for the smoky, peaty notes of Scotch whisky. Pair a peaty Islay Scotch with a high-quality dark chocolate bar for a decadent and indulgent treat.

Irish whiskey and seafood

The light, floral character of Irish whiskey pairs beautifully with the delicate flavors of seafood. Try pairing a smooth Irish whiskey with grilled shrimp, oysters on the half shell, or a creamy seafood chowder for a taste of the Emerald Isle.

Japanese whisky and sushi

The delicate, nuanced flavors of Japanese whisky are a perfect complement to the subtle flavors of sushi and sashimi. Opt for a light and floral Japanese whisky to accompany your favorite sushi roll or nigiri selection for a truly exquisite dining experience.

Whiskey and food pairing is a delightful journey of exploration and discovery. By understanding the flavor profiles of different types of whiskey and following some simple pairing principles, you can create perfect combinations that will delight your palate and impress your guests. So, the next time you pour yourself a dram of your favorite whiskey, why not elevate the experience by pairing it with the perfect dish? Cheers to delicious adventures in whiskey and food pairing! If you are looking for a distillery near me, or 2 Brothers bourbon, James Two Brothers Distillery is the best option. They offer small boutique-style production of beverage-grade spirit alcohol with simple principles; hard work and honesty. Contact them by writing to paulj@2brothersdistillers.com or call at 352-291-0585.

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jongtaekey; chef's kiss magnefique; pg

gremlin.

Kibum narrows his eyes. He knows what they're doing. They're making fun of him. They're making fun of him for earlier that afternoon when he cut open a fresh lemon and squeezed some juice over his homemade chicken salad. He said that the juice really brightened up the whole thing and woke up his palate and they're making fun of him for it. 

“Ah yes, exquisite.”

“Hmm, yes, I agree.”

“The acidity of the pickled cucumbers really brings out the richness of the cheese, don't you think?” 

Kibum looks up from his phone, squinting at the refrigerator in front of him without really seeing it. Jonghyun and Taemin’s conversation in the other room has been background noise to him this whole time, but that sentence wormed its way through his subconscious and completely distracted him. What the fuck.

“Pickled cucumbers,” he mutters to himself, turning to look through the kitchen doorway to the living room where the two of them are. He can just see Jonghyun’s right hand on the carpet, keeping himself propped up as he sits on the floor and leans back comfortably. “Pickled cucumbers,” Kibum says again, clicking his phone to sleep and standing up.

“I really think the richness and depth of the sauce really brings out the flavor of the meat,” Taemin is saying when Kibum peaks his head around the doorway. He frowns when he sees what they're eating. It's just McDonalds. They're just sitting on the floor with a bunch of McDonald's spread out between them. He watches, more confused than before, as Taemin dunks the corner of a burger delicately into one of the little dipping sauce things, holding it just between his thumb and forefinger like it's a tiny morsel.

Jonghyun nods approvingly, watching Taemin take his bite, a tiny, sampling nibble that he chews for far too long in an exaggerated show of savoring the flavor. Then, he glances over Taemin’s shoulder and catches Kibum’s eye. Surprise registers on his face, but only for a moment before it's replaced with a knowing smirk. 

He turns that devilish smile to Taemin and ticks his eyebrows up and down once, flicks his eyes to Kibum and back. Taemin glances back for just a second at that signal and when he turns back, Kibum sees the beginnings of a smile to mirror Jonghyun’s. 

“But you really can't get a real flavor profile of the sauce with the burger in the way, can you?” Jonghyun asks Taemin. His tone is mild, conversational, as he picks up his little cube of barbecue sauce and brings it to his mouth. His eyes slide over to Kibum again and lock with his, a challenging, almost aggressive demand for eye contact as he just knocks back the whole thing of barbecue sauce like a shot.

Except, unlike a shot, the barbecue sauce is thick and slow, so he winds up slurping his tongue around in there for an uncomfortably long time, staring Kibum down all the while.

When he's done, he smacks his lips and exhales softly.

 “Boy did that go down super smooth,” he smiles at Taemin. “There's just a touch of spice in there and it really wakes up the palate, you know?”

Kibum narrows his eyes. He knows what they're doing. They're making fun of him. They're making fun of him for earlier that afternoon when he cut open a fresh lemon and squeezed some juice over his homemade chicken salad. He said that the juice really brightened up the whole thing and woke up his palate and they're making fun of him for it. 

They're also probably making fun of him for every other pretentious, overly detailed, obnoxiously specific food snob thing he's ever said. He knows that that's what they're doing so he refuses to acknowledge it. He wants to scrunch his face-- he honestly kind of wants to gag after watching Jonghyun do that with the barbecue sauce-- but he needs to prove to them that he doesn't care.

He's a food snob but only for himself and he doesn't care what they put into their mouths. There’s nothing wrong with McDonald's anyway. He's not going to judge them for having a nice meal together, even if they're going to eat it like a couple of gremlins. He certainly wasn't judging them when he squished that lemon over his salad and he thinks it's very immature and childish of them to be judging him for it. He steps more into the doorway, leans his shoulder against it, crosses his arms. Makes sure his face is cool and unimpressed. Unbothered. 

“You know, the nuggie is really best enjoyed when separated down to its core ingredients,” Taemin says fancily. As he speaks, he holds half of a nugget in one hand and with the other, digs a finger in there to separate the white meat part from the brown outside crust part. He delicately bites half of the meat part off and offers the other half to Jonghyun with his greasy crummy fingers.

“Ah!” Jonghyun exclaims. “One moment,” he says. He twirls his hand and his fingers in the air all the way down to the pile of fries on a napkin between their knees and plucks one out with four fingers. His little pinky sticks up daintily. “I need to,” he says, and pops the fry into his mouth. “cleanse my palate.”

And while the way they're acting doesn't bother Kibum, the chewed up chunks of food that spray out of Taemin’s mouth when he bursts into laughter certainly do. He turns on his heel and leaves the scene, shuddering, the sound of their loud laughter clinging to him as he goes.

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