My parents thought it’d be a good idea to give me a bottle of creme de menthe that had been sitting in their dusty basement bar for at least 20 years. I’m not sure why.
But here it is, and the novelty factor is what made me keep it. Along with several of the other questions — and answers — that inevitably came along with it:
Yes, this picture was taken on the floor.
No, I don’t know why I didn’t just put it on the table.
Yes, it is unopened.
No, I have not (yet) opened it.
Yes, I’m worried that it took on radioactive properties in the last two decades.
No, I will not be opening it anytime soon.
Since I’ll never be able to tell just by glancing at its unholy green hue, it may be safe(r) to say that some bottles are just better left unopened.
