| Vox Vodka
by F. Sot Fitzgerald It was another blazing summer day. Come four in the afternoon I could stand my oven apartment no more. So I gleefully fled to the nearby Brooklyn Ale House on Berry Street to suck up the air conditioning and some cool spirits. Upon entering I ran in to a beloved regular, Johnny Vig the Fireman. "Catch my mention of your hangover cure in the July issue of the New York Hangover newspaper?" I asked Johnny. "Yeah, that was great. But you spelled my named wrong." |
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| Grabbing a copy from the end of
the bar I looked to see that, yep, I wrote "Viz" instead of "Vig."
Looking up, I felt the uber putz. Johnny just smiled. No skin
off his nose.
Now in a funk, I eschewed the usual Checker Cab Ale and sought strong drink. I noticed a black labeled bottle on the bar back and asked to see it. It was Vox vodka, from the Netherlands. So I dropped $4 for a tall glass and slinked to the corner booth out of Johnny's smiling visage. Swirling the cubes and holding the glass to my nose I was astonished. Had she given me water? Where's the smell of vodka? I took a sip. Yes, it was vodka, but one of the absolutely smoothest, cleanest vodka I had ever tasted. It ranked right up there with Absolut, Stoli, and Finlandia. I downed the glass within minutes. Unlike most other vodkas, this didn't give me that fire in the belly feel- a good thing, considering the god-awful heat. It was more like Bombay Sapphire Gin or a menthol cigarette- it cooled me. Vox is terrific and I expect will sell well with those of us looking for a refreshing but full powered drink. (Rating ****) |