House of Bols

I had written off House of Bols as a tourist attraction because all I knew about Bols was that that's the brand of blue curacao that I bought that one time I wanted to make Fruit Tingles. And anything that goes into a Fruit Tingle must be terrible, right? WRONG.

Apart from the bit where they tricked me into putting a piece of paper on my tongue that tasted of liquorice (I have no regrets about screaming "NO! NO! You're lucky that I've managed not to VOMIT EVERYWHERE YOU BASTARDS!") it was really fun. There's a wall of liqueurs that you sniff and guess what flavours they are:

(it turns out I'm good at most scents except stone fruits. If challenged, I will call them all "I don't know? Maybe some sort of melon?")

There are also drawers full of ingredients that they use to make the liqueurs. I'm not going to pretend that I didn't spend a good amount of time running my hands through the drawer that had coffee beans and cocoa beans in it.

Then, at the end, you get to drink cocktails. Which is how all museum tours should end. Plus, there's a mirrored ceiling on the tasting room, so you can take photos that make it look like you have an extra boob growing out of one of your boobs.