Found these bottles from two different people. Would they give me a shout at: louchefabrik@gmail.com

Cleaned out a cabinet in the kitchen. Look what I found!
#1
Posted 03 December 2018 - 07:42 PM
#2
Posted 09 December 2018 - 04:58 PM
Sampling the last of some G&C verte -- astounding fennel and maybe a hint of Angelica seed. Good 'til the last drop.
You may say I'm a drinker
but I'm not the only one.
#5
Posted 10 December 2018 - 11:16 PM
Shirley not
Magalotti?
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#7
Posted 14 December 2018 - 01:10 PM
I wish I still had some of those bottles. Did find some goodies when I was cleaning out my Mom's house that I forgot about.
“Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear or a fool from any direction.”

#8
Posted 17 December 2018 - 08:54 AM
I think I might still have a few....
shuck and jive is an important skill
I cannot play music on an infinite keyboard.
#9
Posted 18 December 2018 - 02:24 AM
THE SECOND COMING
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
William Butler Yeats
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#10
Posted 18 December 2018 - 02:25 AM
... still
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#12
Posted 18 December 2018 - 11:38 PM
Yeah, y'gotta love Yeats, huh?
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#13
Posted 18 December 2018 - 11:39 PM
I coulda thrown it in the political cesspool
butt that woulda been a whole 'nother thing.
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#14
Posted 19 December 2018 - 06:07 AM
I never realized how much some of Jim Morrison's prose sounded like Yeates.
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#15
Posted 19 December 2018 - 02:22 PM
The Wasp (Texas Radio and the Big Beat) - Mr. Mojo Risin
I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in its brilliance
Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh died
The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
They are saying, "Forget the night -
Live with us in forests of azure
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned - immaculate"
Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft drivin', slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas
I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wandering the Western dream
Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
#16
Posted 19 December 2018 - 02:33 PM
Some kind of synchronicity in the cabinet cleaning -\
I spent some weeks in the mountains, and peeked into a cabinet there - I look in there about twice a year.
I saw some hundred-year-old Pernod, Bazinet Jeune, and Aion (from Austria, the guy with the ouroboros avatar) HG. Didn't touch any of it.
I went into the forest, to hunt for the Green Man - he's easier to spot this time of year.
I winged him ...
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#17
Posted 19 December 2018 - 02:39 PM
A golden sickle is no match for a Remington ...
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#18
Posted 20 December 2018 - 05:22 AM
They say it grows here but I never find it
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#19
Posted 20 December 2018 - 05:25 AM
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#20
Posted 20 December 2018 - 07:45 AM
That cuts like a diamond, that last verse. Some of the rest is a little Rimbaudian for me, but Morrison had some chops. That song is supposedly about an accident on the road when Morrison was a boy and traveling in a car with his parents out west somewhere.
Which plant do you not find, the mistletoe or the holly? The first is very common in Louisiana and Arkansas; can't remember if I've seen it elsewhere or not. I read the other day it's even cultivated now, which is strange, because it's a parasite. It seems to favor oaks, but I've seen it on other trees. Holly, in my experience is a rare tree in the forest. What I knew as holly in my youth in Louisiana had red berries, but small and not numerous, and oval leaves. The holly in the picture is obviously a different species, the "real" holly, with the spiky leaves (those trees bite, believe me). I would say ten trees in twenty acres of timber in the wild is a plethora. Nurseries always have them, though - I would think your area would be fine for a holly.
#21
Posted 20 December 2018 - 07:55 AM
I didn't have to shoot that sprig, I have a small tree that reliably has berries every year.
Some of the bigger ones generally don't, but this year they all did:
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#22
Posted 20 December 2018 - 07:57 AM
All except the one, in a different part of the woods, that never does. It's maybe 20 feet taller than the one in the photo, and it NEVER has berries. It's the King Holly, my world tree, and I always sit under it for a while when I can, and draw a lot of comfort from it.
#24
Posted 20 December 2018 - 10:23 PM
Back when I was bookslinging in the bestest
bookstore the world of English has ever seen
(debatable certainly, but it serves, believe me)
I inevitably met with some famous people,
Jimmy Carter and Rosalyn were notable
customers that came in once upon a time.
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#25
Posted 20 December 2018 - 10:26 PM
For several years that I was there
Jim Morrison would come in
and set up his big historic display.
I spent hours assisting him.
Believe me, this is no bullxit.
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#27
Posted 20 December 2018 - 10:40 PM
We got plenty of mistletoe here.
But the only holly is Oregon grape.
As far as I know, anyway.
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#28
Posted 21 December 2018 - 06:01 AM
You continue to surprise.
I have holly here but I never see the mistletoe , even though the old timers say they hunted it here in the past.
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#29
Posted 21 December 2018 - 07:43 AM
My first visit to that woods, which had just become "my" woods, was with my wife, and by divine coincidence, it was on the Winter Solstice. We made a small fire on a stone. Using the double-uppagus feature of a photo editing program revealed the Green Man in a sprig of holly, but I didn't expect his kitty in the firewood. No wonder some pholks confuse him with the devil.
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#30
Posted 21 December 2018 - 07:51 AM
Did Jimmy Carter ask where they keep the Jimmy Morrison cassette tapes?
Did Jim Morrison wear those leather pants? I read that he wouldn't take them off, and he wore them so long they became fused to his skin, with resultant unpleasant (but maybe not for him) social consequences. That was before Facebroke enabled imaginary social consequences, though.
My python boot is too tight
I couldn't get it off last night
A week went by
And now it's July
I finally got it off and my girlfriend cried, "you got Stinkfoot!" - F. Zappa
Interestingly, Zappa's father moved him out west when he was a child, same as Morrison. Is California where genius goes to bloom? Hard to credit with so many fools out there, though.
#31
Posted 21 December 2018 - 07:59 AM
You knew I was going to do it ...
The Solstice Wreath
Sandra Michaelson Brown
The grim news has come to my attention
That something in the world has come unfixed –
Owls no longer haunt the fir-lined alley
Appearing out of dreamtime as we pass,
Indeed, whole souls are missing, as if being
Has itself gone dim – like an old man’s seeing.
A vital light is missing from this world, by which I mean
That ephemeral gold that spins the seen
And unseen worlds together. In my life
I don’t expect to see a springtime swelling
Of the shriveled nut so many human spirits
Have become. What’s to be done?
This is the winter solstice of an age,
Although the season’s worst is yet to come.
What’s delicate and true has come undone:
Is the only fitting answer a pure and focused rage?
Today I wove a wreath of bone and fir
and filbert withes, wound in sacred holly,
incense, cedar, from an ancient tree
I wove, affixed a star, and spoke a spell:
"Let this circle stand as the gate of winter
sure passage to the days of lengthening light."
And then I whispered names into the fragrant bough
Lacing love like a scarlet ribbon through the fronds.
Long I wove and dreamed back friends and kin,
each great soul calling back the sun
and thought at last, "My life here is not done."
and some bright star rekindled from within
#32
Posted 21 December 2018 - 08:13 AM
This recent visit to the woods, Mr. Grim was keen to go - he wanted to see my standing stones. Some considerations made it unpractical this time, but Grim my friend, this sun's for you:
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#33
Posted 21 December 2018 - 10:06 PM
The dwindling days that pulped forests for the pages
of light in brilliant little bookstores of civilization's night
did not make their way by selling cassette tapes.
Those doors were closed between the boards of books.
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#34
Posted 21 December 2018 - 10:11 PM
"... the days of lengthening light"
It feels like they'll never be here again.
When the day retreats to be mostly night
I search for precious stones that can't be seen
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#35
Posted 21 December 2018 - 10:12 PM
... but only felt
and thank the flesh for that.
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#36
Posted 21 December 2018 - 10:14 PM
I Know a Man
As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,—John, I
sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what
can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,
drive, he sd, for
christ’s sake, look
out where yr going.
-- Robert Creeley
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#37
Posted 22 December 2018 - 09:23 AM
#38
Posted 22 December 2018 - 11:57 AM
I appreciate, I think, that days of lengthening light is meant metaphorically. I've always liked the days of lengthening darkness better myself - the turnaround after the solstice, in terms of actual increased daylight, makes me queasy. The TV weathermen who equate sunshine with some sort of mindless automatic happiness, I want to slap them. So, I get what you say about searching in the darkness - I mean, that's what drives the search ...
#39
Posted 23 December 2018 - 07:48 AM
Some dogs have a sense of humor, hate being laughed at and enjoy a good joke. My shepherd would walk with me and then put a bush or a post between us and run away in a straight line very fast with the object between us, it was a true disappearing act, I would sometimes catch her peeking out to see my reaction and she was laughing at me. Often I would call her and she would hide and I would catch her peeking out from behind some natural cover
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#40
Posted 23 December 2018 - 09:38 AM
Reminds me of a cat I had. I would get his attention and then go down a hallway, away from him, and hide in a doorway. I would peek out and he would be on his way to me, but when I peeked, he would be frozen, staring at me. I would do it again, and so on, and he would be closer and closer every time, but I would never catch him in motion. Sometimes, he would be right at the doorway when I looked out - like he had been teleported instantly - it would startle me and I would jump, then he would jump and haul ass back to his original position and get set for another round. He would fetch balls of aluminum foil, too. Only cat I ever had that would fetch.
#41
Posted 23 December 2018 - 01:21 PM
♥♥♥
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#42
Posted 24 December 2018 - 10:32 AM
I will forgive your wrongs
I am able
For my own I feel great shame
I would offer up a brick
to the back of your head, boy
If I were Cain
#43
Posted 26 December 2018 - 05:52 AM
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#44
Posted 28 December 2018 - 09:31 AM
Yeah, y'gotta love Yeats, huh?
This is true.
shuck and jive is an important skill
I cannot play music on an infinite keyboard.
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