BY DOMINIC WIGHTMAN The other day I found some booze from an American ex – gifted to me yonks ago when I was living in Chicago. A bottle of Jeppson’s Malört. You’ve probably never heard of Malört. It’s the kind of a drink one imbibes for a bet  –  deep into a drunken rugby club dinner. Exactly the kind of drink your American hosts will … Continue reading Malevolent Malört