Drink Up

You may not know this, but I really like Benedictine, a fancy liquor. Recently, I wondered just what went into the stuff, so I Googled it and found out… nothing.

Apparently, the exact ingredients of Benedictine are known to only three people at any given time, and the secret formula is passed down from generation to generation. It could be made of flowers, or potatoes, or squashed rat’s livers for all I know.

Furthermore, Benedictine was supposedly created by 16^th-century monks, and the aforementioned three people who know the formula always includes at least one monk.

So the only people who know what the hell I’m drinking are tight-lipped chemists, greedy business executives, and a handful of silent men who have sworn off sex.

This is a little disturbing.