I'll take a look tomorrow when I'm a bit more awake.
Basically the first drink I ever
loved was Archer's Peach Schnapps, a fantastic, fantastic English schnapps that even my German friends rave about (and utterly different to the vile, weak concoctions with a label marked "peach schnapps" I've seen in the USA). Yes, that's why I'm called Archer . . . not because of my skills with a bow or my arrow-like comments, just because I love the drink <!-- s

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At some point, I don't remember when, a friend introduced me to Apfelkorn (what's the company called . . . Berentzen maybe? Something like that?) and I fell in love again. Amazing stuff. Another friend goes to Spain every year and always brings me back some local strawberry and raspberry schnapps, heh heh. I was in Germany for a long weekend last summer and my (German) friends and I went to a supermarket and took one of every kind of schnapps, then had a great and very talkative time making sure the bottles got empty.
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(All school German ever taught me was:
"Entschuldigung - wie komme ich am bestan zum Banhof, bitte?"
"Zum Banhof?"
"Ja, zum Banhof"
"Nemen sie de erste Strase links"
"Die erste Strase links?"
"Ja, die erste Strase links!"
As you can see, British education is NOT famous for its language skills, lol.
Some movie about Nazis taught me "ich bin Auslander, nicht verstehen" . . . and if you hear me try to pronounce it, you'll immediately know that an Auslander is what I am! <!-- s

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