Finally, the clear liquid is filtered through carbon to remove any last impurities, and then it’s bottled in that iconic, no-nonsense glass. The label is about as exciting as a tax document: white, black, and a stark warning. It’s basically the alcohol industry’s version of a t-shirt that says, “I’m not here to make friends.”
And then it sits on a shelf, waiting for a college party or a desperate attempt to clean paintbrushes. Honestly, I’ve used it for both. One time, I used it to disinfect a wound and then accidentally made a cocktail with the same bottle. It worked fine for both. You can’t say that about a nice Cabernet.
