Could you imagine being some old shepherd in the rolling moors of Scotland, in the times of antiquity? You scrape out your livelihood, everything you own either generations old or slung together from the fauna around you, your whole world a tiny blip of stacked stones in an endless sea of nature. But there is one thing in your life, seemingly pulled out of the ether with prestidigitation, that brightens your eyes, livens your disposition, and warms your heart. It’s the ol’ water of life, that crystal clear brown liquid, whiskey.
Category: Liquor/Liqueur/Libations
Rum Diaries
I awoke with a start at the crack of sundown, and I knew what I needed: RUM.
It was a craving resulting from whatever odd-humors cause a person to fall asleep in a tweed suit (shoes on, tie loosened) in the early evening, on a pink 60’s art-deco Swedish chair, and like the cultural barometer that is Swedish Life, it was something not to be ignored. Perhaps an example of the mystery of human premonition, my body knew to prepare itself for a late night battling the little brown devil.
I plied some insider knowledge from the usual suspects and made myself an itinerary for a whirlwind one-night education on the subject. Wrangled up what I needed: a couple cheap cigars for sharing, a few good ones for myself, pen and pad, Blood Alcohol meter, personal defense items (pocket flail and switchblade), and an emergency vial of ginger syrup, in case of extreme sickness. All that was left was to write “Hosea 8:7” on my left hand, “Psalm 104:15” on my right, to remind me of this night’s mission. A Crusade, as it were…
Round Ice Cubes(?) Do It For ELV
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If you’ll allow us to go all Tony Abou-Ganim on you for a second, we know there are plenty of reasons you shave and chip ice for some drinks (surface area, melting points, etc.).
But a round, renowned mound drowning amidst a cocktail compound seems to us to be the sexiest thing in a glass.
And on this we are always happy to expound.
Do you agree?