I’ve come here to drink Genepy des Alpes and kick ass… and I’m all out of Genepy des Alpes.

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Maybe the last bottle of Genepy des Alpes in the East Bay.

Wither Génépy des Alpes?

“Where’s the Genepy des Alpes?”
“On the counter. Right in front of you.”
“It isn’t. This is… something else.”

It began with a standard trip. “I’m at Total Wine,” my partner texted. “What couldn’t we find at Bevmo recently?” “Genepy des Alpes,” I sent, and the bottle that arrived was very like des Alpes.

But it was not the same.

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