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OK, PnB. I'll stop ignoring you. Is it possible for you to say something nice/positive/constructive around here some time, or is that difficult?

(10-20-2009 12:09 PM)Pee'n' Buddha Wrote: [ -> ]I can't believe you'd accept a two-wheeled tricycle just to make a point. But then, you're a prince of a guy, so I shouldn't be too surprised.

And there you have it. There has to be medication for you man, there just has to be.

Anything (short of being reasonable or going off my meds) to have Alan not ignore me.

Sarcasm doesn't count.

Quote:I heard they were having scaling issues.

That just sounds creepy!

No scales in my absinthe, please.

(10-20-2009 01:05 PM)speedle Wrote: [ -> ]No scales in my absinthe, please.

Cocaine-yes, scales-no, huh?

I'm happy to say that the pre-sale is over and Edward III is currently in stock at DUNY. Kamal shipped out 25 bottles on Tuesday (probably to some of you) and there is more available when he runs out. The scary part is now: the reviews of our first batch! We have some improvements to make at this scale, as Brian suggested, but experienced tasters who have tasted this in NYC were positive. They didn't have our test batch as a reference but it seemed to stand on its own. Sorry for the longer than expected wait!

A professor once told me, scaling up is a matter of scaling down. If you expect the production size equipment to have dirty socks inside and smeared with tar then pilot equipment should have proportionally the same amount of dirty socks and tar.

I am not making any comment on your absinthe in this statement; I have not tried it.

If you need a consultant, PM me.

All apologies

Not so sure who is who right now since there are two Edwards at FV, for example.

Nevertheless, should one of them need a thorough review and herb-bill analysis, send me a sample (not a whole bottle unless it is possible, then I could share with other people as well) and it is done, posted, documented with pics. PM for details.

She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.