After the Æsir-Vanir War, the gods sealed the truce by spitting in a vat. To keep a symbol of this truce, they created from their spittle a man named Kvasir. He was so wise that there were no questions he could not answer.
The dwarves later killed a giant called Gilling and his wife. Their son Suttungr was not happy, but he accepted the dwarves apology if he got their mead. He got the mead and stored it in place called Hnitbjörg.
Later on Odin stole the mead from Suttungr and a hot chase started. Oden transformed as an eagle fighting against Suttungr. Heidrun saw them coming and in the nick of time put out vessels to capture the Mead (yes maybe it wasn’t Heidrun, I think it was.)
Odin spat his loot into the vessels. But Suttungr was so close to him that, in his fear and haste, the god let fall some of the precious liquid from his anus. Anybody could drink of this paltry and sullied portion, which was known as the “rhymester’s share” (“skáldfífla hlutr“).
Mead of Poetry (so far)
Here is the meads with red berries I’ve done so far.
- Kvasis Dreyra; Cherry Mead with Cacao nibs.
- Kvasis Dreyra – Skáldfífla hlutr; Rhymester’s Share – Cherry Mead with Cacao nibs aged with Vanilla beans.
- Skáld eða frœðamaðr; Rhymester’s Share – Raspberry Mead with Anis and Chipotle pepper.
- Niflheimr; Blueberry Mead aged in Bourbon Barrel and Maple syrup.
- Múspell; Blueberry Mead with Cinnamon and Ginger.