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Milk Of Amnesia

FLIPPING through some food sites, I came across an interesting recipe for an alcoholic beverage. The writer calls it the Milk of Amnesia. At first, I thought I had read it wrong but there it was again. Milk of Amnesia. The article soon broke into a series of pictures of how it's done. Fresh milk is used with sugar, vodka, oranges and lemon. The combination is left to ferment for 10 days after which it's filtered and ready to go. So, the pictures went from a milky, gross concoction of floating citrus to an end product of something that represented a clear, golden liquid much like a fine icewine. Elegant and sophisticated. I was curious and drawn to it. 

Lab coat on and ready to experiment. That night, I cut some oranges and a lemon, threw them into a jar and dumped in sugar, milk and when it came to the vodka, I realised I didn't have any. I went through my little closet bar a few times but all I had were bottles of various vile-flavoured vodka, not the ordinary one that I needed. What now. The milk and citrus were already mixed. Just as I was pondering on plan B, I caught hold of a bottle hidden far back. A tall, clear bottle of Sagatiba. I could work with that. The end product may even catch some of the delicate flavours of the Brazilian rum. Got that into the jar and the fresh combination tasted divine. 

Milk, citrus and the rest.  

The flavours continued to develop daily. I couldn't wait as I lifted the lid daily for a quick stir, to mix things up a little bit. Finally, came day 10. The first filtration was done using a colander. This separated the solids from the liquid. The latter was yellow tinged, creamy white liquid bursting with citrus flavours and alcohol that traveled the mouth like wildfire at first sip. In the second filtration using a cheesecloth, the liquid came out golden but not as clear. Disappointed, I left it stored in bottles for a week till I filtered it again using a coffee filter. This time, it happened. 

Golden, gleaming and beautiful. On the palate, it's full-bodied and flamboyant with hints of honey and sugarcane. Maybe also a little like an icewine that's gone somewhat flat. Best to have it chilled. There was a distinct flavour of citrus on day 10 as compared to a week later. But the alcohol effect is not compromised. More than a few sips and you're bound to experience amnesia yourself! It will get you hammered, this Milk of Amnesia. I don't see myself drinking the very sweet, alcoholic beverage but I'd make it again for house parties. 

Golden and clear. Final product. 

To make this, you'll need: 

2 cups milk
2 cups sugar
2 cups vodka
2 oranges 
1 lemon

Feel free to experiment with portions and ingredients. 



  1. Well, well... Jaya J.'s twist on that golden milk of Amnesia. Remember me? It's looks like the real thing alright.

    1. it does, doesn't it?! i gave away a bottle and left with one now. i dont see myself drinking it. it will mess me up. lol.

    2. I won't mind it messing me up ;) But seriously, it would?

    3. it does! i wish you could try it :)

  2. JAYA! It is so good to have you back in blogland! Now I can feast on your delights here and on Instagram and if I get fat, it's obviously going to be ALL your fault. Love the clean and crisp lines of your site here. I feel refreshed, ready for cake and in vin de needed! XX

    1. nice to have you here too, Jules! i will try to post more food here. my instagram is filled with it, sometimes it's just fun to capture food with a camera. you won't get fat, they're not that kind of food :) XX

    2. I told you, Jules. She IS back! Oh hi Jaya J.

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    1. welcome here, DZ! you might want to try this with vodka. i think it was too sweet with the cachaca :)

  4. I had to google icewine. It's pretty but I tend not to like sweet wines.

  5. it's pretty, isn't it. i tend not to like sweet wines too. most times, i prefer reds to whites.


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