I wanted to ease myself into this thing, which is to say that the idea of hot buttered anything sounded gross as shit. But a can of cider couldn't hurt me, right? Canada wouldn't let that happen. My choice was some manner of Honeycrisp cider, because that sounded pleasant enough. The drink itself, room temperature as it was, was not horrible. It tasted like apple juice that someone left outside for too long and maybe it got rained on a bit and maybe there's a bug or two in it, but by and large, it's still apple, so it's mostly non-toxic.

I don't know anything about cider except what Ned Flanders told me once, and that doesn't really explain much, especially about how this became boozy. I guess it's just fermented, so maybe my impression of it tasting like juice someone left outside isn't too far off.

Holiday Spirit: Yukon Cornelius

I should have known anything named "Warm 'n Cozy" was going to try to fuck me like a slippery hobo hopped up on gas fumes, but here we are, and I have to finish this section. Anyway, to begin with, I would rather have each and every one of you punch me in the mouth than finish this bottle of swill. The smell was something like dirty ditch water with an old jock stuffed with bad fruit nearby. The taste inexplicably trumped this with impunity.

Have you ever taken out the garbage at the peak of summer's heat, yanked a bag from the can in the yard, and discovered that there was a hole in the bag? And from the hole seeped a tepid brew of rancid, fermented hot nasty that pooled in the anaerobic nightmare that exists between bag and can at 100 degrees, creating a putrid dump pruno that could choke a maggot into unconsciousness? That, plus the vague threat of a grape that was once murdered in a Denny's bathroom, is what this shit tasted like. I guess that's what mulling means.

I was not able to finish my cup of this garbage, and barely retained the mouthful I imbibed.

Holiday Spirit: The Ghost of Christmas Past from Scrooged, better known as Buster Poindexter

I got this recipe from Rachael Ray, so if I ever see her, expect that I'll spit on her. It requires spiced rum, and then some brown sugar creamed with some butter and spices. Heh. Creamed.

Once you mix all your shit together, you add the rum and then hot water. The resulting brew looks like mud and is garbage, so you dump everything you didn't drink down the drain because fuck this drink. I don't understand why people invent drinks that take a bunch of satisfactory ingredients and combine them into trash, but here we are. It's the hot water that ruins this. There's too much hot water, such that the whole shitty brew is watered down. Have you ever watered down alcohol and tried to drink it? It's just water with a terrible aftertaste. That's what this was. Brown water with that stringent booze aftertaste that everyone loves to get when they lick a Stridex pad.

I thought that maybe it needed to sit for a spell and that would improve things, but mostly the opposite happened. The longer it sat, the more it split into layers. I made this diagram to help you appreciate what that means.

Holiday Spirit: Santa with Muscles

This drink looks appetizing when it's done. It's creamy and off-white and frothy -- it looks like some shit Starbucks would charge $7 for and then sprinkle with cinnamon like I'm a fucking baby or something. The taste, on the other hand, is like beer filtered through someone's butter-infused ass beard.

If you've ever tasted beer that's gone off, then you've enjoyed a beer tastier than this. It was so bad that I am forced to believe either the recipe was wrong or I somehow screwed it up without realizing it, because there's no way it was supposed to taste like it did. And if I did make it right, then I hope everyone from 1588 responsible for creating this monstrosity is still licking a chamber pot in Hell.

Holiday Spirit: Krampus

I had no idea wassail was a drink before doing this. Is it common knowledge? I totally missed it. I'd heard that song about going a-wassailing before, but I just figured it was the kind of gibberish you put into songs when you don't know what else to say, kind of the way Robin Thicke does things.

It turns out that wassail is shit you're supposed to give to carolers. I think back in the day, caroling was just a scam made up by the destitute to get free shit from neighbors. Anyway, my recipe called for a slow cooker, and that meant that I had to hit up the house of a Canadian friend to make use of their kitchen. You'll be excited to note that Canadian kitchens are the same as American ones, only when you open the fridge, no one yells "close the fuckin' fridge, I ain't paying to cool the whole house."

My wassail was made from apple cider, cranberry juice, and assorted spices that are exactly the same as all the other spices everyone uses at Christmas -- cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, shit like that. Then you put some cloves in oranges, heat that shit up, and add brandy. Not too shabby, right? Right!

For a fun change of pace, wassail didn't taste like boot nectar. It tasted like someone juiced an apple pie, and that's not terrible. With the added brandy, it still tasted like someone juiced an apple pie, but with an aftertaste that said, "Hey, we're going to be hungover for work tomorrow."

I can't say I have much of a fondness for warm, alcoholic apple juice (this would have been better over ice), but I'm not an 18th-century Englishman up to his hose-clad nuts in snow singing about the Lord on my neighbor's lawn either, so there's probably some perspective we need to keep. All things being equal, wassail isn't half bad.

Holiday spirit: Sexy Mrs. Claus

Nothing says Christmas like eggnog, or so the shelves of eggnog at the store would have us believe. If this stuff were really good, we'd drink it all year. I can't say that I'm a fan, purely because it has the mouth feel of milk that someone put on sugary cereal, drank, held in their mouth for a long while, and then spit back into the carton. I invite you to think of that the next time you have a mouthful of 'nog.

I had to double down on the 'nog this year because I doubled down on rum. I didn't know what kind of rum you're supposed to put in it (my recipe didn't say), so I bought both spiced rum and white rum, just to ensure I maximized my chances at vomiting and/or enjoying my stay in the land of the beaver.

My first go-around was with the white rum. Would Captain Morgan lead me astray? The man was a pirate, and so was Johnny Depp, and he's absolutely charming, so this should have been great. Sadly, by this time in the evening, after consuming what I'm guessing was maybe 10-12 shots worth of booze, plus a can of cider, a beer, and a little pre-article party I'd had, my brain was not on my side any longer, and was getting sloppy. To wit: I neglected to mix my drink. I poured both substances in one cup -- I just didn't mix them. So I had 'nog with a solid layer of rum on top.

Rum-topped eggnog is not an entirely enjoyable beverage when you're not expecting it, and it kind of sours you on the idea altogether. I tried to mix it afterwards, but I think I just drank the whole shot first, and the result was just virgin 'nog. I was so discombobulated by this turn of events that I went for the spiced rum next.

Holiday Spirit: The Grinch's dog

The spiced rum I bought was called Kraken, and I bought it solely to say "release the Kraken" as I poured it, which I did, every single time. I recommend you a buy a bottle at your earliest convenience, as not only can you say that, but it was actually good stuff. My spiced rum 'nog was the smoothest drink I'd had all night. A Christmas miracle! It took that eggnog and my ambivalence towards it and said, "Felix, it's time to get funky" in a bit of a Barry White voice. I drank three.

It's octopustastic!

It's safe to say I was pretty drunk at this point. As I write this nearly a day later, I can recall eating Canadian Taco Bell along with my 'nog, watching Maleficent, and thinking this may have been the best night of my life. It wasn't, but it seemed like it at the time.

Holiday spirit: Kumar when he got that Waffle Bot

Putting a Bow on It:

I think it's clear who the winners here are -- you go get yourself some brandy and spiced rum and whip up wassail and 'nog for your friends this Christmas. Wait for someone to mention hot buttered rum, and then bury them in the yard. Those who want mulled wine can be locked in the cellar until their screams grow hoarse and weary.

Merry Christmas to everyone, unless you don't celebrate Christmas, in which case I'm sorry to hear that you hate joy and fun.

For more from Felix, check out 4 (Bad) Reasons You Spend Holidays With Family. And then check out If Classic Holiday Movies Got Gritty Reboots.

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