Redstone Nectar of the Hops Mead:
Good den My Lords and Ladies!  Today we break from the beers for a more medieval fare.  Yes, today we touch the oldest libation in the world, mead.  I’ve let this bottle sit around long enough in the background of my pictures so now lets knock it out and see what we have.  Redstone Meadery, located in Boulder (what is it with Colorado and houses of libation creation??), the concoction comes in a very nice and reusable bottle that can be used to hold homemade brews, flowers, water, liquor, dirt, spiders…  Before we dive into today’s description, slight history lesson on mead.  Mead, or honey wine, is a fermented mixture of honey and water that can have flavorings added if need and can be carbonated.  Currently there are 37 known varieties of mead.  Earliest known record of mead is around 7000 B.C. in northern China, though we mainly think of mead for those scenes of medieval European kingdoms (thank you, Hollywood).  I’ve always pictured a fat King Henry VIII type, loaded with fat, jewelry and tights demanding that the wench bring him another goblet full before he cuts of his wife‘s head.  Well ,I’m no Henry and the only winches around here wag their tails and dig holes in the back yard, so lack of service keeps from that luxury.  So onto the mead, which is not carbonated and pours well, reminding me of a white wine in color.  The nose is a ethereal honey smell, with a slight alcoholic undertone that reminds me of cheap grain alcohol.  The taste not to far from the nose, tasting of watered down honey on the front of the tongue that seems to actually sweeten towards the back f the tongue and develop a flowery taste under the honey.  While the brew is thin and watery it coats the mouth with a film that keeps the honey taste around quite a while after finishing.  A good drink, though it’s not in my wheel house,  too sweet , too expensive and not enough people willing to try it.  If you can get a group to go all in on a bottle, do it and split it, it’s worth the experience, or if you run across it at a Renaissance festival, buy a glass.  Either way, make sure the girl you say “Wench, bring my goblet of mead!” is okay with it first.  I’m not responsible for her slapping you for that remark.