No, that is not an illiterate mistype.
I make an annual survey of the Internet Wines dot com liqueur clearance, because they are often the only shipper in the US to stock the Canadian liqueur called George M. Tiddy’s.
This is a difficult drink to order in a bar. Just don’t.
Imagine the suave complexity of Drambuie without the disabling kick. The woody fullness of bourbon without the, well, bourbon-ness. The honey of, for example, Irish Mist without the outright gluiness. There is a weird, exotic higher octave to Tiddy’s, one which I can’t call exactly herbal or fruity or what. Licorice? Mesquite? It eludes me.
I first snapped up a bottle in the palmy days when someone who was eighteen or over could buy liquor in the great state of New York — I was passing through Grand Central Terminal at the time, and there was a little liquor kiosk and I was a few days past my birthday and some liquor clerk who had obviously been in or around Canada at some past era told me there was nothing like it. He was right.
I have been able to find it intermittently since then, mostly in places that also stock other weird fetishes of mine like Black Duck and Stone Ginger. Internet Wines has been taking care of my simple needs for the last several years, and for most of that time has been the only shipper that had the stuff in stock. So someone tell me why the fuck any company would suddenly refuse to ship an 80-proof liqueur unless you order a case of 12: do I look like a cocktail bar?
They haven’t imposed this stricture on funky hybrids like Celtic Crossing, or duds like Glayva (I once read a review of the latter which credited it with an aftertaste of bacon, not too far off the mark).
People should be allowed to enjoy Tiddy’s in as large or small a volume as they please, thank you very much. I am bloody well off to wring Google dry.