I’m a frequent reader and slightly less frequent poster over at r/cocktails on Reddit and this is a question that I see much too often. Other posters clearly have a little more patience than I, to answer those every week, but my own response isn’t a cocktail… it’s a conversation. First of all, there are… Continue reading “What if I don’t like the taste of alcohol?”
It occurred to me recently (today) as I was talking to one of my regulars about the merits of a book I had recently finished, that that is a spectacular idea for a blog post! Smugglers Cove: Exotic cocktails, Rum and the cult of Tiki by: Martin Cate (& Rebecca Cate) I purchased the hardcover because… Continue reading Smuggler’s Cove – Book Review
Absinthe is one of the items I hear people spout misconceptions about the most, and that’s saying a lot because working at a distillery you hear a lot of really off shit. I know I say this a lot, but to really understand absinthe you have to look at it’s history and heritage. … Continue reading Absinthe – a study in prohibition
I love gin. It is my personal goal to bring gin to as many people as possible, and I strive to do so regularly. That said, I can completely understand why people don’t like it or why they might be very hesitant to spend their precious bar budget on something so widely reviled. Let’s get… Continue reading Gin, mi amore
Here in the United States, there is the general misconception that vodka is just a flavorless addition, good only for making something alcoholic that otherwise wouldn’t be. This does absolutely no justice to the history of vodka and to the myriad of subtle differences that defines the spirit.
I am not a good bartender. I’ve told people this before plenty of times. I am impatient. I am absentminded. I am opinionated, but only about things that nobody else cares about. When I don’t want to talk to a person, it’s written all over my face. I am not a good bartender. I am… Continue reading What does it mean to be a good bartender?
When I sip on Sweet Vermouth I suddenly find myself transported to the Italian countryside on a warm spring day, sitting next to the vines, listening to the bees buzz and watching my boyfriend labor in the fresh sun (spoiler alert: he’s shirtless). A small glass of Dry Vermouth finds me in a quaint Parisian café, next to a bustling street as the waiter describes our lunch in words I can’t understand but find tantalizing nonetheless.