When I set out to explore a new city, I tend to look for the odd things that will expand my horizon. Some day someone will say that I should be careful what I wish for.
The capital of Latvia is home to a lethal brew with the somewhat mysterious name Black Balsam (or Melnais Balzams in Latvian). It seems like the Latvian lovechild of a witch’s brew and a Soviet hangover.

It is an acquired taste, to say the least. Like the city itself, the Balsam is bitter, beautiful and unapologetically Baltic. They don’t drink it for pleasure. Because Riga, with its Soviet scars and Art Nouveau curves, demands something darker than umbrella drinks.
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