yomeishu, the asian nightcap

nightcap
/ˈnʌɪtkap/

an alcoholic drink taken before bedtime.

yomeishu is one of those things that only adults would want to partake of, as with chicken’s essence (how is that name even appealing?) and eggplant.

my dad has a bit o’ the amber liquid every night before bed – and it’s really as asian as it gets: brewed with a hodgepodge of medicinal herbs, the japanese liqueur is meant as an everyday panacea.


I’ve seen that red box and dark bottle at home for the longest time – and it’s only recently that I got curious enough to have a taste.

it’s a pretty astonishing one – the liqueur is sweet and incredibly herbally – if you’ve ever been to an asian household and seen and SMELLED herbs brewing in a claypot over fire (usually done by the matriachs of the household), you’d recognise the intensity.



the dark bottle is topped with a distinctive red cap and comes with a plastic cup embossed with the same majestic bird atop. that cup should portion out the recommended 20ml serving – but I’d start slow, and go at it in sips until you take to the taste.

its appeal is likely that of a good amaretto or whiskey – beginners don’t usually take to its specific flavors, but connoisseurs wouldn’t see the fuss.

I’ve had three middling cups of it now, and it makes for that something-sweet I like after a meal. an acquired taste, but a pretty sophisticated one that deserves savoring – and even better that it comes with those health benefits, eh?

my point here, though, is that you should never diss your parents for their weird drinking and eating habits – you’ll grow up into them someday (and ain’t that the thing that really bites?)

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supertree by indochine, gardens by the bay


this is a half-review, so to speak, because hey, can we first talk about how beautiful Singapore is now? it boggles the mind to think that this transformation happened in less than four years – especially when you compare it to my beautiful dreamland of London, where construction often has terms spanning decades.

but look at how shiny it all is! we’ve got our own large ferris wheel, giant metal trees – and while I know there are detractors that scoff at the unnaturalness of all these – hello you, have you seen the heavily-made-up lady next to you? what’s natural? – I emphatically love it all.

so back to this blog’s raison d’etre, and I conclude this place is fantabulous for viewing our beautiful bright lights, just skip the complimentary drinks.


one probably has to appreciate that in this market of rising alcohol prices (thank god I’m basically abstinent), you get one drink (from a short list) with your $18 entrance ticket – but the white wine was incredibly dry (almost akin to the feeling you get after using a tongue scraper) , and a whiskey cola heavy on the latter.


I can’t comment on their larger a-la-carte drinks menu, because you know I nursed the heck out of my eight-dollar glass of coke (and it was rather flat! at that price I want darn humongstrous bubbles!) – but I was there for date night and the view, so it worked out all good.

have a good weekend! (and happy belated thanksgiving, if you celebrate it!)
x

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a whiskey collection

I’m pretty sure it’s obvious by now that I’m not quite a drinker – not at all, in fact. but I had the opportunity to shoot a friend’s collection – not literally, of course – and boy, those bottles sure are beaut.

my appreciation for their exteriors far outweigh the liquid within – so I bring you a guest post of sorts – an exposition on these bottles from their very owner (which also means I take no blame for the content – all the credit does belong to me though, so keep that coming).

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a classic marg


I bring you my first cocktail recipe on this blog (and the first proxy guest post), which came after my first experience cooking for a friend’s family. I have dreams of being the sort of proficient hostess who plans and executes dinner parties on a regular basis, and until I have my own house – I’ll take whatever practice I can get.

the friend has a pretty intense obsession with alcohol and the like – not to say that he’s a raving alcoholic (though not to say that he isn’t) – and he made this to go with some broccoli fritters I was cooking that night.

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