I Became a Food Developer in Another World-Chapter 56 - : Distilled Liquors (2)

What I introduced to Myrtienne was a 'blended whiskey' made by mixing barley with various other ingredients.

'Blended', literally means mixed.

In the past, various farms would distill the leftover barley from their harvests and sell the raw spirit at general stores, and families would blend these according to their preferences, which is how blended whiskey came to be.

It was a whiskey with a good balance, smooth and easy to drink, made by blending various purees.

It's hard to even judge the brand.

This whiskey was made purely using ingredients from this world.

There might be a way to replicate the taste of aged distilled spirits through alchemy, but more research needs to be done on that.

In the end, the whiskey I served to Myrtienne was one that was entirely crafted using ingredients from this world, based solely on Aria's 'taste.'

Of course, the base for that was the whiskeys I have tasted in my past life.

Aria carefully blended those flavors to create her own unique blended whiskey.

Honestly, I'm not sure if I should call this blended.

I clearly showed the blended whiskeys, but Aria just stuffed them with corn, except for barley.

It was called blended, but it was essentially closer to American corn whiskey.

I felt strange seeing them follow American customs on their own, even though I had never told them about it.

However, could it be because the elves age their fruit wine in oak barrels?

"...This could replace wine."

The sweet fruit scent of the oak barrel made Myrtienne's eyes glaze over dreamily.

The characteristic of the whiskey made by Aria was its sweet taste, which was not sticky but smoothly passed like stewed fruit.

It's a taste that reminds me of roasted marshmallows, I guess.

'As expected, from the casks made from the wood grown by the elves.'

The first tasting of the whiskey was successfully completed.

*

The first whiskey in the Otherworld began production with the permission of the master of the Blue Tower, Myrtienne.

Barley and corn were procured by the dwarves, and they distilled them to extract holy water (alcohol).

However, as expected, the key was to find the right amount of alcohol content...

"Is this enough?"

"Yes, exactly."

Ayla perfectly adjusted the intensity through her delicate manipulation of magic.

It was a strong liquor reaching 60 degrees, but the northerners enjoyed high-proof alcohol to forget the cold winter.

Considering that, this level of alcohol content seems appropriate.

And Ayla precisely produced the adjusted prescription without a single error.

It was truly a talent that could only be described as that of a human distillery.

'It doesn't cost any money.'

Distilling with magic was far superior to simply boiling or freezing in terms of costs and time.

The magic circle that Ayla engraved adjusts the whiskey's alcohol content perfectly with just a tiny amount of magical power.

In particular, what Ayla was directly involved with was not simple alcohol, but 'magic water' imbued with high purity magic.

Literally, it's a 'whiskey potion.'

Ayla's whiskey, imbued with high-purity magic, contains an astonishing effect, where its taste and aroma has deepened just like it has been aged for several years.

But above all, the one who could be called a scam was indeed Aria.

'It's amazing every time I see it.'

When Ayla distilled the whiskey and placed it in the elven oak barrel, Aria would personally age it by simply placing her hand on the barrel and concentrating.

Then, the oak barrel's after being infused with magic matures after it mistaking that a long time has passed, expels its own components.

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This didn't just shorten the aging time.

The reason whiskey is expensive is partly because of the amount that 'evaporates' during the long aging period.

I heard that for American whiskey, the evaporation rate is so high that it's difficult to age it for more than 10 years.

However, Aria's ultra-fast aging has completely solved the evaporation problem of such whiskys in one go.

It was a sight that would make the whiskey makers of my past life clutch their necks and faint.

Of course, if you install a magic circle later and run it automatically, it will take much longer than this.

'But the catch is that it's only going to take a few months.'

"How is it?"

"You're the best."

I nodded as I drank the whiskey that Aria had poured for me. It wasn't just empty words.

'It tastes just like roasted marshmallows.'

The sweet yet deep fruit aroma and smooth texture were a work of art.

Like a marshmallow slowly melting, it disappears from the mouth like a dream.

So maybe that's why it has this addictive quality that keeps you hooked.

Above all, the subtle amber color of the whiskey in the glass was a delight to the eyes.

So, it was named Fairy Whiskey, meaning 'the drink of the fairies.'

Dwarven grains and elven oak barrels, plus the distiller Ayla and the aging master Aria. They only charge for the ingredients, so the cost performance is good.

The otherworldly whiskey was an unbeatable combination that couldn't possibly fail.

*

The most popular drink in the north is high-alcohol wine.

Guinness beer and cola were trending in the empire, but in the north, wine remained the most popular.

People enjoyed getting drunk on wine to forget the northern cold.

However, for those Northerners, unfortunately, one day the worst disaster occurred when the grapes were completely dried out.

Due to the Vikings, trade became active, and pests that came from across the sea killed all the grapes of the empire.

The northern vineyards, which were hit hardest, have mostly closed down, and grape production has plummeted to less than a quarter.

This was a bolt from the blue for the Northerners who relied on wine.

"No wine?! What do you mean?!"

"Are you telling me to drink water right now?!"

Waking up in the morning and drinking wine, having a drink while working at lunch, and gathering at the pub after work to enjoy wine together—this is the way of the Northerners.

For them, who might as well be drinking wine instead of water, wine was an irreplaceable lifeblood.

However, the unprecedented pestilence took away the wine from the Northerners.

It forced the Northerners, whom even the Prohibition laws couldn't stop, into a state of enforced sobriety.

Meanwhile, the Ministry of Magic released an optimistic analysis suggesting that the Northerners would become healthier due to this incident.

By quitting wine, it is observed that various beneficial changes will occur in the body. However.

"I feel drowsy and have a headache all day."

"I've lost confidence in everything and have become lethargic."

"I keep reacting irritably to even the smallest things. I can't even sleep. Sometimes I even feel dizzy. "

"My hands and feet are starting to tremble."

The Northerners showed symptoms that were exactly the opposite of what the Ministry of Magic had predicted.

There was not a single beneficial change that can be found from quitting wine.

It was a day when the Northerners, who couldn't drink wine like that, were suffering from extreme stress.

"What's that?"

"...Fairy whiskey?"

Every day, the Northerners, who frequented the tavern in search of wine, came across a drink they had never seen before.

"Hey there, owner." Is that "whiskey" over there really wine?"

"It's not wine, but it's a newly released drink intended to replace wine."

"Replacing wine?"

"Where is there a drink that can replace wine! Make some sense."

Naturally, Fairy Whiskey was initially shunned by the Northerners.

For the northerners who had only ever drunk fermented beverages, particularly wine, distilled spirits like whiskey were an unfamiliar drink they were hesitant to try.

However, as the scarcity of grapes continued, people naturally began to look for alternatives, and one by one, those who started drinking fairy whiskey emerged.

"...Huh? What kind of taste is this? ", "What does it taste like?"

"Everything, sweet!"

Those who tasted Fairy Whiskey unanimously praised it.

The deep flavor of Fairy Whiskey, as if it had been aged for decades, was enough to impress the Northerners.

As its name suggests, the fairy whiskey, which vanishes like a dream, was almost magical.

Above all, what made the Northerners fall in love with Fairy Whiskey was its high 'proof.'

Whiskey boasted an alcohol content nearly three times higher than the wine they used to enjoy.

"This is it!" Yeah, this is what I've been looking for!"

"Ah, it's warm."

The Northerners cheered at the whiskey's alcohol that warmed their bodies.

"If that's the case, we don't need any wine."

"I prefer this whiskey over wine."

Fairy whiskey, with its deep flavor and high alcohol content, quickly began to replace wine.

No, the Northerners no longer sought out wine with a lower alcohol content than whiskey.

"Ah, my throat is burning."

"It feels like my insides are burning."

The high alcohol content of whiskey, which gives a warm sensation, was attractive to the northerners.

This was a new sensation that I had never experienced with wine before.

And the Northerners were once again astonished to hear about the whiskey-making techniques.

"...What? Are you saying this was made with holy water!?"

"That explains it!"

The fact that whiskey is made from 'holy water' instantly dispelled any lingering unfamiliarity the Northerners had with whiskey.

Because the holy water held special significance for the people of the empire.

There was no aversion to the very fact of drinking it.

The fact that 'potions' are made from holy water was well known even among ordinary citizens of the empire.

As whiskey became popular among the Northerners, a unique trend also emerged.

"I guess it's okay to drink it mixed with cola."

"Ah, the scent is somewhat masked, but this is still good in its own way."

It was precisely mixing 'cola' with whiskey.

Up to that point, it was nothing more than a unique drinking habit enjoyed by those who liked cola.

"Growl..."

"Ahh, a Polar Bear!"

"Ahhh!"

Until a man who encountered a polar bear threw his whiskey cola and ran away.

"Growl..."

The corner of Polar Bear's mouth stretched wide as he picked up the spilled cola whiskey from the ground and drank it.

"Okay, sounds good."

The picture of the Blue Tower drawn on the bottle caught the Polar Bear's eye.