When you first open the bottle the aroma of bartlet pears wafts out like an autumn genie. It's enticing to the point that you may feel the slightest twinge of disappointment that you cannot actually 'chew' it...
I added 2 ounces to a shaker with ice, and then added 2 drops of the goldschlager. It was magnificent. We had two each before I was cajoling Lou into the hot tub. He did his best mule impersonation and we never got out the door. He insisted our heads would freeze while the rest of our bodies remained hot and steamy. Sometimes you gotta let the guy win so he thinks he actually has some say in the important things. I say you gotta pick the hill you want to die on...and that wasn't it.