Brooklyn Bill was kind enough to share some of his hoard of Blenheim with me while we were at the beach in St Pete. My throat is permanently scarred, some of my taste buds died, and it will likely be years before I recover. That Blenheim is powerful stuff! I did, after the first shock, mix a goodly dollop of rum into some Blenheim and it was a most satsifying quaff.

Cheers, John