A mediocre and short (thankfully) Old English encomium for Edmund that confuses Danes and Vikings paired with a rich and potent New York transplant cocktail. And David got one of those cherries he likes.

A barrage of nonsense luxury food items coupled with a surrealist filmic stiff drink.

A very special episode we like to call Canterbury Fails Ales Trails: a pilgrimage to several imbiberies punctuated with discussion of a bilingual apocalypto-prophetic wake-up call to the the English who are clearly eyebrow-deep in dissolution (much like the hosts).

A Middle English bird cries out for mercy, while we suck down the WORST potpourri vanilla chemical peach asscrap

Ælfric lays out the first six days of creation--ecotheory, gender, epistemology (according to Coley)--and we have a stunning cocktail and IPA chaser.

A comic almost-fabliau about a boy, three wishes, and apocalyptic flatulence, with a layered cocktail that hides the darkness in the light.

Margaret was both a medical and military rockstar. Do not mess with her.

An Old English barrage of healing recipes--dung! venison! breast milk!--with a cozy medicinal hearth warmer.