Christmas Countdown - 3: Kakao

BOTTLE FOUR: KAKAO

I hope that the label refers to the flavour rather than simply the taste or general quality.

Nothing interesting happened today, so let's get straight to this rather strange drink.
Why is it strange? Because it says that on the label, the drink is zabaglione al cioccolato. Which i think is basically telling me that it's chocolate flavoured Italian Custard. Which by itself sounds like a euphemism for something extremely unpleasant, and even if this wasn't so, still sounds like an ancient weapon of war.

Centurion: "Captain, the greek fire is having no effect on the enemy lines!"
Captain: "Right then. We'll have to use the Italian Custard"...

Or maybe not.
Yes, in any case, I'm confused as to how zabaglione worked its way into this bottle. Isn't zabaglione a dessert?
There is nothing to do but drink it. A feat made slightly more difficult by the fact that I have misplaced the glass that is older than me, so I have had to get a replacement glass that is older than me. Note that this glass also lies. It seems we have a cupboard full of dishonest glassware.
So let's get with the drinking :).
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22:24 The pouring of the drink was initially accompanied by a sharp alcoholic smell, accompanied by a smell that put me in mind of yesterday's less than fresh drink.
So lets see if it is any good, shall we? :)

Well, The drink definitely tastes of alcohol, and it tastes of cocoa. That is, unsweetened cocoa powder. This isn't a chocolate liqeur, it's exactly what it says on the label, kakao. A portmanteau of "kak" (italian for "cack") and "ao" (italian for "oh")

The only reason I am drinking this horrible drink, is because it as sat waiting for a special occasion. And I don't want to waste it.
If I was offered this in a pub though, I'd turn it down. It is thoroughly unpleasant, so much so in fact that I'm not going to prolong the pain by sipping it for the next half hour. I'm going to do the unthinkable and down this horrible horrible drink in one.
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22:27 Right, I'm still alive. That wasn't pleasant, but what is, is the nice tingling in my throat to tell me that it is in contact with alcohol. Which can only be a good thing.

But bloody hell, to say I've been looking forward to it for six months, this drink was thoroughly, thoroughly unpleasant.

I'm off to read, eat some real chocolate (toblerone) and try to wash the taste (of the cack-oh) out of my mouth with a hot cup of tea.