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I love the Sazerac. I’m not even much of a whiskey cocktail guy, but man, I love the Sazerac. I love the taste, the smell, the appearance. How a well-made glass just seems to carry itself with an air of dignity and quiet badassery.
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Ah, the Dark ‘n Stormy. A boat drink, through and through. The name alone conjures up images of the rough waters of the deep sea, a roaring tempest, a wet salt-soaked beard on a guy yelling through the wind to batten down the hatches, boys!
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The Mai Tai is the epitome of Tiki. A beautifully balanced rum sour with orange and almond notes. Well, when it’s done right, that is. Such a legendary cocktail with such a mythological past is undoubtedly going to encourage many a knockoff, and you don’t have to look hard to find gross misinterpretations of the…
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La Fèe Verte du Creux du Van is an absinthe produced by the Bovet Racine distillery in Fleurier, a small village in the Val-de-Travers region in the Swiss canton of Neuchàtel.
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When Sabrina and I were visiting Motiers, Switzerland for an afternoon of absinthe sampling, we ended the day at a local absinthe shop to pick up a couple extra bottles before catching our train.
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So, the Tailspin has turned out to be one of the more confusing cocktails from my list of “classic cocktails” that I’ve made so far. It’s not the recipe that’s confusing. That’s straightforward and… actually, no it’s not. The recipe is confusing, too. But we’ll get to that later. The drink itself is what’s confusing…
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Prior to my “classic” cocktail making journey that I set off on last year, I had no experience with a Paper Plane. Well, except for that cool little cocktail bar that existed in Decatur, GA for a brief time called Paper Plane* which I assume was named as an homage to the drink, and which…
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Welcome to the first article in my new series where I deep dive into my collection of absinthe bottles, one at a time, to give myself an excuse to have a drink, to add more to the collection, and to learn some stuff in the process. With each post, I’ll discuss the absinthe and the…
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I clearly remember my first introduction to the Grasshopper. I was a young kid back in early 80s Boulder, Colorado, at a neighborhood backyard party with my parents. My mom was holding a plastic cup with some weird brilliant neon green liquid in it. As an 80s kid growing up with You Can’t Do That…
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A full month has come and gone since my last report, where we left our beloved hero (me) despondent due to a severe crow deficit at the Crow Plate Pole Version 2.2 and facing fresh daily attacks from sociopathic squirrels hellbent on humiliating this poor beaten down bastard who simply wants to party with some…