L'Hòstia | Ratafia Hardcore

WE’RE L’HÒSTIA.
THE HARDCORE SHOT LIQUEUR.

THE ONE AND ONLY ELIXIR THAT WILL DELIVER US FROM EVIL. AMEN.

HARDCORE RATAFIA

Why hardcore? Because L’Hostia is an extreme liqueur not suitable for pansies, its alcoholic content is above average among ratafias!

OUR RATAFIA CONTAINS
A 32% OF ALCOHOL.
A HIGHWAY STRAIGHT
TO CATALAN NIRVANA.

Damn, if not, we wouldn’t call it L’Hòstia (smack) we’d call it caress or cuddle. But its name is L’Hòstia, right? Do we need to explain any more?

ELABORATION

FIRST SHOT

Green walnuts liqueur macerated with more than 20 herbs like rosemary, cinnamon, sage, orange, star anise, fennel and that’s all we can reveal. If you keep reading, The Friar will come and rip your eyes.

After a 4-month maceration and later aging, we add sugar, we bottle it and then lay on a neoclassical French divan as we watch you take it.

SECOND SHOT

Tears of a Marian Apparition distilled by expert friars guarded by Yeomen Warders…

…and conveyed from its divine origin through an underground tunnel created by the Holy Hand Grenade, on the only horse of the apocalypse…

…that has ever been tamed, ridden by the last of the Brontë sisters while listening to Gregorian singing monks to a deafening level.

L’HÒSTIA IS DRUNK...

IN ONE GULP

You can’t take our ratafia while wearing a dressing gown and stirring a cognac glass next to a fireplace. It’s consumed in one gulp in a shot glass and down the hatch!

COLD AS FUCK

L’Hòstia is a heavenly liqueur. And up there is colder than fucking Siberia. For that reason, it’s not weird that you take it on earth as it is in heaven: -18ºC. Amen.

AT NIGHT

Our ratafia is not a light soup where you wet your french macarons while having a picnic in Dulwich park. You’ll find this one at the club. Where else?

THE FRIAR

THE FRIAR CONVEYS THE WILL
OF OUR LORD HERE ON EARTH.

A God’s sent messenger commissioned to guard the secret formula of our ratafia in earth as it is in heaven. The burning you feel when you swallow l’Hòstia is nothing else than his breath crossing your throat.

Some say he never sleeps. Some say he doesn’t even blink. That he pees ratafia and under his hat is hiding the spirit of Richard the Lionheart as if it was Voldemort.

You can’t call The Friar, you have to invoke him. Pray the Lord’s Prayer 4 times and twice the Holy Mary and maybe, and only maybe, he’ll show up at your club.

THE LEGEND

23rd of October 1940. In the midst of World War II, the world lives awestruck by the constant threat of nazism. Heinrich Himmler, head of the nazi SS and one the most powerful men in Third Reich, decides to visit Monsterrat’s Abbey in Catalonia. As weird as it may seem, this part is true. According to the official version, Himmler was searching for a truly valuable secret: the Holy Grail, the goblet of life.

What very few know is that Himmler wasn’t really looking for the Grail, but for the Montserrat monks’ elixir formula, with divine and miraculous powers. It is known that nazis supplied their armies with liqueurs as an anesthetic and warming solution for their front soldiers. Himmler knew that with the help of this miraculous liqueur, the nazi troops would be unstoppable and win the war.

That’s why he and his patrol showed up at the Abbey, willing to steal the manuscript with the liqueur’s formula. Montserrat’s Abbot, feeling the transcendence of the moment, conveyed a young altar boy to run through the rocky mountains and hide the formula to save humanity from the nazi terrors. “Run, my son, hide our godly secret. And if the world needs you again, come back to save it”.

The years went through and that young altar boy became a pastor. This year, the carrier of the miracle will descend from the sacred mountains to enlighten the earth with its divine liqueur. He’s The Friar, and his liqueur is L’Hòstia.

5 cl.
1 SHOT

50 cl.
13 SHOTS

100 cl.
25 SHOTS

PARTIES

L’HÒSTIA PARTIES ARE AN EPIPHANY. A GODLY APPARITION. AS IF VIRGIN MARY DESCENDED TO EARTH AND ENLIGHTENED US WITH HER IMMENSE KNOWLEDGE. BUT WITH FUCKING RATAFIA.