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Minsmum - I know what you mean with the limoncello a lovely drink after a meal on a hot night. Also reminded me of having a laurel grappa after a meal at a little restaurant in the hills near Barga homemade - they are always the most lethal!

A glass of prosecco in Piazza San Marco. Memorable because it was sooooooo expensive. But also because I fell in love with Venice when we were there.

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Southern Comfort and lemonade, 18 years old, new year with first boyfriend, took 2 days to recover from the worst hangover I have ever had.

Black Russians without the coke but lots of ice in Crete many years ago.

Southern Comfort, dry martin and lemonade in the one glass (lots of lemonade). The first drink I had been able to have after surgery for an ectopic that nearly killed me 6 weeks previously. Well one thing led to another and 3 weeks later I was asking the doc why my period was late.
Nasty pregnancy because the muscles hadn't repaired properly before being stretched and ripped by an expanding belly, but one lovely son at the end of it all. He's 16 now, where have all those years gone?

Perhaps it was the Singapore Sling at Raffles hotel - been there, done that, bought the glass to prove it. Or it could have been the half glass of Moet at midnight on the millennium New Year's Eve as we watched the fireworks over Sydney harbour. I was six months pregnant in December 1999 and had had no alcohol during my pregnancy at all; that champagne was ambrosia.

Great thread!

Well...first glass of babycham at around 17 (started a life-long love affair with Champagne), lemoncello and espresso in Sorrento with the whole cafe singing 'O Sole Mio', prosecco and pizza on the house in Italy while the travel company sortedout the cock up they'd made, rough Tunisian wine in a hotel in Kerkenna, rum and black in a pub in Kingston-upon-Thames at 16 to a dj playing loud music (oh we were Soo cool then)! My first glass of home-made cider, the first Calvados off the farm in Normandy, grappa in the Dordogne, first ever oysters with champagne (mmm what a combo), and silly things like the first time I ever drank fizzy water (South of France) and the 1/2 pint of gin and tonic hand poured in a hotel just over the Spanish border when we pulled up in a blizzard in May, at the foot of the mountains. Jug of Pimms in the members enclosure at the Royal Windsor Horse show - the list is endless. No wonder we struggle with our weight! (And most recently a bottle of Aldi mojito bought over by a friend - fab stuff!)

Sipping on Irish whisky on the rocks in a foresty northern Arizona cabin in the middle of winter, in front of the fireplace. There was so much snow outside and icicles hanging from the windows -- I'm from the desert and rarely see snow

For me, it was Babycham at Christmas time. I was young, probably underage and we werent allowed a lot but back in them days it was so sweet and fizzy and just yummy and such a treat. Doesnt taste as good these days...

Sharing a gin and tonic at Raffles Hotel in Singapore with my friend was pretty cool

Let's see...gin and tonic while in high school. A bunch of us skipped school and hung out in the woods drinking. Had limes but no knife so my friend bit them open and ripped them apart with her bare hands. I guess she really wanted lime in her drink!

A mixed drink called Rhythm and Blues at a blues bar in New Orleans. It went down like it was soda and just about knocked me on my bottom! So tasty and so strong. Wish I knew what was in that drink. What a fun trip.

Shake Shake International Beer in Malawi.

It came in 1 litre cartons. It was a kind of palm wine and about 3-4% proof.

Heavenly on those hot African nights!

Yes! That's the one Shake Skake
Ha ha

Hiya just logged on for the first time in a few days and saw this thread - love it!

The absolute most memorable drink has to be Bollinger champagne on the top of Cadair Idris (mountain in Wales), having just been proposed to by my now amazing husband. He had hauled the bottle and two glasses up Snowdon a couple of day earlier but the time wasn't right so it came back down, (I seem to remember we had two attempts at Snowdon that week, one aborted due to awful weather and after the second successful attempt we missed the last shuttle bus that goes around the base of the mountain so we had to walk an extra 5-8 miles or so to get back to the car. That bottle has covered some miles!)

It was an amazing moment - I kind of knew it was going to happen (he was acting very weirdly - it was either that or he was brewing up to breaking up with me!) but was no less special. We didn't drink it all at the top as he was driving and we'd had quite a tough climb up so it went in the side pocket of the rucksack and unfortunately was flat when we got back down! Still finished it though... He'd bought two bottles and we were going to save the second for the wedding but then we got given loads (we had an epic evening on honeymoon with a magnum that his mum had given us as she'd won it for something & didn't want it), so we saved it for our first house. The first house took so long to go through we drank the second bottle of Bolly on the holiday we had around our first wedding anniversary, in Scotland, and we then bought another bottle of Veuve Cliquot (on offer!) which we enjoyed in our new house with a bar of Divine white chocolate with raspberries - fab!

I have never had as much champagne in my life as I have had over the last couple of years - I fear we may have got used to it but we have been able to mark some pretty big life events so it was made memorable.

I love this topic - here's my story. My sister likes to through a party on St. Patrick's Day and my Dad thought he'd be clever and put a bit of green food coloring into the beer. So we're all drinking and chatting and then one by one, we look at each other and our lips and tongue have turned BLACK from the food coloring. We looked like a room full of zombies and could not stop laughing and pointing at each other.

But on the plus side - Brennivin on a trip to Iceland. Flight, what flight?!?