"Was this made by your family?"
Hermione blinked. She had studied at Kamar-Taj for a time, so she naturally knew that the Skywalker brand belonged to the professor, as well as some of her teacher's history.
He had started brewing bootleg liquor in 1930, then later gone legitimate and built Wilson Enterprises into an industry-dominating powerhouse. Its economic foundation had all been laid by the enormous profits from selling alcohol during Prohibition.
Strictly speaking, the arms trade and department-store goods had come later.
"Yeah. In this world, it even counts as a century-aged vintage."
Su Ming raised his glass and took a sip, savoring it carefully. Then he had Strangle extend its tongue for a taste as well, and reached a conclusion.
"It's real. Even the proportions in the recipe are identical. Back then, to add a touch of Irish flavor to the whiskey, I added a tiny bit of clover to the recipe. That's an ingredient you wouldn't find in anyone else's liquor."
Back then, bootleg liquor only needed to be drinkable. Drunkards did not care about flavor; all they wanted was a high alcohol content.
But Su Ming had always been a perfectionist. He had regarded the Prohibition era as an important period for building a reputation. While other distilleries were poisoning people with methanol, only his liquor had truly been good alcohol made with care.
Even if it had been brewed in sewers, which sounded a little unhygienic nowadays.
Yet for the sake of this liquor, the drive-by shootings they had encountered today were something his men had done plenty of back then. After all, competitors and certain officials who could not be bought off could only be removed that way.
"So things from your 40K Earth have appeared on this Earth -16 as well?" The chimpanzee