I remember the first day of making bitters. My family was bustling around the house, the music in the background was Hawaiian. My parents always played Hawaiian music during the holidays. My mom's kitchen smelled of tangerines and cinnamon.
Every once in a while I would drop a few seeds and before I could grab them they would be enveloped in a dog tongue off of the hardwood floor. I never thought that I would make bitters. It wasn't even that long ago that I not only lacked appreciation or knowledge of bitters, but using them often was a pain in my butt when I was serving 500 people over the course of a few hours.
I can't even remember what truly inspired me to start making bitters. But once I started, I knew that it was going to be good.