Oh man, I love a real, rough Grappa in a cup of short-pour espresso - definitely an acquired taste for most if it's a real authentic (not toned-down for North American palettes) brand; that's the kind of shit that'll put hair on one's chest. Same way that my favourite wine is a really harsh, purple Spanish Rioja - something you can imagine sailors drinking before setting sail to go oppress some Natives in the New World.
It's nice to have those occasional connections to simpler times, if even just for a few moments.
