Jeppson’s Malort is a Chicago liquor known mostly for its painfully bitter, awful taste. Its taste starts off innocent enough, a little citrusy with a hint of honey, but then the wormwood punches you right in the face. Malort’s even spawned a ritual in which locals convince out-of-towners to down a shot in the hopes of seeing their “malort face” — an expression of horror and pain.
This town is barely big enough for one malort (AKA the worst liquor in existence), let alone two. Do the crazies at Violet Hour care? No, they don’t. I tried their newly created R. Franklin’s Malort. And I survived to talk about it.