I’m going to be honest. I’m not normally a huge fan of mead. Every time I think of mead, I envision large, hairy Vikings sloshing beer from huge silver mugs onto their trenchers of goat meat and into their beards. Whether this is an accurate depiction or not, it is so clear in mind that I can hear their chanting above all else in the room. Zombie Killer is not that kind of mead.
Zombie Killer is not thick and syrupy like many meads I’ve sampled. Instead it semi-reminds me of cherry cola that I used to drink as a…» Read The Complete Article Here