When The Troll Sweats, Bottle It

Fig. 1.

IN THE STARS MY DESTINATION, Alfred Bester imagines a world peopled (in part) by a cast-off group of future savages who chant scientific formulae during their religious rituals. “Quant Suff!” they chant, in abbreviated imitation of “sufficient quantity.” “Quant Suff!”

At the Renaissance Pleasure Faire, I inhabited a world peopled (in part) by a cast-off group of fannish folk who sometimes chant together after consuming a quasi-alchemic formula during their quasi-religious rituals. “Trolle Sweate!” they chant, in inebriated consequence of quant suff. “Trolle Sweate!”

The mythical discovery of this potent potable is detailed in the tale of Will Thrustwell, Senior Pilot of the Cardiff Rose. Some scholars of the Attinson Period likely know that I first cooked it up in 1986, on hearing of the Faire sub-tradition of sharing with quaint friends mysterious and powerful homemade beverages with quaint names. Others, more familiar with the ritualistic cult surrounding its consumption(1), may be shocked to discover its recipe here, in public, possibly under the light of day. But quite honestly, I don’t really drink these days — it reacts badly with some of my medications — and I’m only listing, for the curious, ingredients and method, not the eldritch incantations, forbidden brand names, weird music and wild gestures necessary to its True Manifestation(2). (After all, I have to leave something for the Oral Tradition.)

You’ll need a big pot, a wooden spoon, a variable heat source, and:
– Equal parts CHEAP port and 151-proof rum (usually a fifth of each)
– Cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, cloves (quant suff)
– Two lemons (one per fifth)
– Anise extract

Pour together liquids, stir. Set heat on medium-to-high. Add spices by pinches into a fragrant handful, stir. Halve lemons, squeeze into pot, discard peels, stir. Add a few drops anise extract, stir. Incantate, stir. Leave be until steam kisses the surface, taste. Adjust flavorings as and if directed. Remove from heat, bottle. Serve in a wooden egg-cup (1 oz; some sip, most toss). If one cold quaff burns warms your throat in three successive waves, you’ve got a good batch.

It’s estimated it at 93.5 proof, so be careful. I have seen this stuff knock seasoned alcoholics off of barstools. But what it’s for is celebrating great occasions of laughter and fellowship, or to refresh your throat from shouting “Fencing Lessons!” at people atll day in the hot dry dusty English countryside. (Or cooking up at Faire-related parties.) Also good for indigestion, cramp, fleas, hodads, whirling whumpi, snipe hunts, pogonip nips, hidebehind bites, dyspepsia, disillusionment, and disinterring old graves by the pale moonlight, me hearties. Clink. Quant SUFF.
(1) You think I’m joking, don’t you?
(2) Detailed, albeit in cipher, in “Will’s Big Book of Navigation ‘n’ Stuff,” last seen at Greg’s house.

2 comments for “When The Troll Sweats, Bottle It

  1. 2011.07.28 at 1141

    Wow. Even when one might happen to know the oral tradition parts of this, the Trolle Sweate is just not the same unless it’s from your hands, Thrusty! Maybe it needs *your* sweat in it. Or maybe it benefits from some sort of sympathetic magic–or your singing voice vibrates the molecules of the ingredients such that it turns out uniquely trolle sweatish. For all these reasons, I don’t call my version Trolle Sweate despite having been schooled in it by you (to my great delight and honor). I call mine Elffe Sweate, and the Yuletide version gets called Faerie Glow as that seems more appropriate for the refined folke who attend Dickens Faire. I do make sure to always add a bit of the stuff you made to mine to doctor it (like sourdough starter, lol) and I feel that in order to at least touch the brilliance of the Sweate, an invocation and thanks to the original Maker is always in order prior to even a Kaptein having a quaff…so it’s always lifted in a nod to Thrusty and his good health first. The stuff does seem to attract odd habits. I keep a bottle on the shelf and any time the Rose is mentioned (or you, or Sweate) I take a wee nip. As there’s a big Rose flag on my living room wall…this does seem to result in frequent nips. heheheh….(hic). 🙂 ARRR!

    • 2011.07.28 at 1154

      Maybe now people will believe the “secret cult” stuff. 😉 I posted to FB that it would be fun to open-source this, as you and Talon a”h have so deftly shown (he with “Birde Sweate”). Here’s to variable evolution and unchangeable tradition!

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