One of my favourite libations is Slivovica (pronounced slee-woh-weetza). Absinthe may have a mythological, illegally glamorous reputation all over Europe – but Slivovica is rightfully seen as Slovakia’s plum madness.
The best is aged for years in oak barrels; it smells like molten gold and has a fire that incinerates your taste buds. The very best is distilled from Adriatic plums from the oldest trees along the coast.
Good brandies such as Amice or Karnataka come from Pelion, a town at the heart of Western Slovak’s wine region.
The worst is the un-aged variety sold in the darkest kalians and in back street supermarkets. It’s harsh but does its job.
So, let’s imbibe in a glass or two…