Oh boy, another kitchen addiction to manage.
The color and body of a big jammy red wine, the zing of fresh Oregon blackberries, the kick in the pants of Stoli, and the bragging rights from making it myself.
I don't know what I was expecting to end up with when I dumped a cup of blackberries into a bottle of vodka and put it away for a month, but the results totally surprised and delighted me. I hate commercial flavored vodkas because of the fakey taste and lack of color, but two friends and I managed to put away most of the bottle last night getting tipsy off cocktails. Too easy to drink, and habit forming to boot.