Last night, the “Historical Oracle,” David Wondrich visited Stephen Colbert on The Colbert Report and performed his typical rat-a-tat-a-tat shaking style, discussed Prohibition-era cocktails, how to strain drinks through one’s beard, and how to get Stephen Colbert to sex you up all night. The key, Cherry Heering.

Wondrich appeared, in part, to promote his book Imbibe!: From Absinthe Cocktail to Whiskey Smash which you should buy, post-haste.

Colbert Bump

• 1.5oz Gin
• 1oz Cherry Heering
• .25oz fresh lemon juice
• Heavy splash of soda

Fill a tall glass with ice and build. Stir and serve.

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As a cocktail blogger and writer I can tell you that some PR firms “get” it. They understand that to gain our attention requires time, respect, and communication. You know, like any other human with self-respect. Sure, blogging is a labor of love, first and foremost, but it also requires time and effort and attention and a good many of us also write in some professional capacity. That you would think, essentially, taking a dump on our doorstep every day¹ and making us clean it up would engender some sort of good will, admiration, or desire to promote your product only illustrates your ignorance, disregard, and, I suspect, your secretly-held disdain for bloggers in general. After all, if I shit on *your* doorstep every day, you might take it that I don’t like you either.

Let me provide this illustration by example. You know those folks going door-to-door trying to get you to attend their church, subscribe to The Watchtower, or generally asking you personal questions about your relationship with God which is none of their damned business? Off-putting at best, and insulting at worst. Now, take that example, have them arrive every day for the past 3-4 weeks and then add a kicker. Not only do they make daily visits, they also have an associate that writes “Jesus is the awesomezt, have you tried him?,” or, “I’ve heard Shiva is nice, but have you tried Jesus? Americans are crazy for him!” on your front door in dry-erase marker. Every…single…fucking….day. Some days two or three times. Yes, easy enough to clean off. Yes, it’s not really *hurting* anyone. But, what does it say about how they feel about you, your home² , and your time? It says, to me, “Fuck you, our message is more important than you and you’re not deserving of the respect or time it would require to actually key your interest in our message, product, or business.” And, what does it make you think of that church, religion, or publication? Nothing good, I assure you. So, thanks Le Tourment. I didn’t like your product in the first place but was willing to equivocate a bit. Then you had to spam me. All your PR firm has done is prove that it has no respect for me, and, I would venture, no faith in your product.

Now, don’t get me wrong, there are firms that do this right. I’ve had great experiences with Brand Action Team, The Baddish Group, and Brown-Forman and would put them in front of anyone looking for best practices on how to work with the cocktail blogging community to build influence and exposure for a product³ . Each of them, in different ways, has taken our influence seriously, taken their time to speak with us personally and inquire after their product(s) after sending it to us, and sought our feedback and insights on those products. I’m willing to listen carefully to them about their products, share my issues, and take their feedback into account when they disagree with my assessment. I would think this should be any firm’s goal.

Spamming my comments⁴ , sending me unsolicited emails asking me to feature a crappy batch of recipes that I can tell by looking at them didn’t have mixological principles in mind, just the heavy use of XYZ product for its own sake, or emailing me a lamely-worded press release in-toto and asking me to run it on my site is telling me that you either don’t know me, don’t read my site, or, if you do, don’t take me seriously. I can live with that. But, please, do me the favor and be honest in your not respecting me and my ilk. In other words, leave me the fuck alone. Pretend I don’t exist, and I’ll pretend you don’t either.

Because, when you act like I exist, here’s what I get:^{5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21}

And this is only what I can dredge up from my history in the past week or so. Sad, alarming, and completely unnecessary. I hope any brands reading this know that I’ll be happy to give your product a fair shake and its due. I just hope you’ve selected a PR firm that can treat us with respect, forthrightness, and dignity. As for you, Cashmere, the IP addresses from which the above come²² have been permanently banned. Well done for you, and well done for your client.

Speak Out, Bloggers!:

Darcy at The Art of Drink

Jon at DrinkPlanner

SeanMike at Scofflaw’s Den

Marleigh at SLOSHED!

Blair at Trader Tiki’s Booze Blog

Chris at An Exercise in Hospitality

Stevi at Two at the Most

Tiare at A Mountain of Crushed Ice

Paul at the Cocktail Chronicles

Chuck at Looka!

Matt at A Jigger of Blog

Spam this, bitches is a post from: cocktailnerd

1. granted, you’ve been nice enough to mold the fecal material into the shape of your brand name, thanks for that – at least I know who to blame
2. and believe me, this is my “home”
3. there are others, mind you, these just come to mind first
4. I’m sorry, “virally-seeding message board discussions” is the euphemism of choice, right?
5. “I keep hearing about his bohemian absinthe. The only brand i have tried is LE TOURMENT VERT. It was really good too! I suggest it to all absinthe lovers!”
6. “I might have to try this”
7. “Is this drink in the states yet?”
8. “Verte is the best one to me! Le tourment vert is so good and is really taking Americans by storm”
9. “Can’t wait to start trying absinthe!”
10. “That looks like fun…I’m gonna have to attend!”
11. “absinthe nice. my new favorite drink.”
12. “gonna try the financial district tonight”
13. “Not a big fan of vermouth but that drink sounds good!”
14. “what is this guy talking about?”
15. “since it has the word “ginger” in it, it should be pretty healthy, right? that’s what i’ll tell anyone who asks.”
16. “What are some great new cocktails?”
17. “Your description makes my mouth water. “Almond and lemon lingers after swallowing, with a modest alcohol burn.” Sounds incredible.”
18. “Yaw silly….. what yaw drinking on?”
19. “this looks delicious!”
20. “i’ve never been a fan of mixed drinks until i came into the poison apple martini

    POISON APPLE MARTINI
    Easily batched for the mini carafe bottles
    1oz Le Tourment Absinthe
    1/2oz Apple Pucker
    1/2oz Sweet Sour
    Splash Cranberry Juice
    - Shake well and strain into rocks glass
    “

21. “I’m starting to grow on absinthe.”
22. of which there are only 2

Is there Biochemistry involved? Yes. Is it the most appropriate topic, or approach, in a college classroom? Well, you decide.

I think one of the more interesting things is why you get happy drunks and sad drunks. Right? You guys read this chapter? I should give you a quiz so you’ll read it.

If you’re exercising a lot, real strenuously, you sort of wear out your glycogen reserves and you sort of get in a hungry stage, and if you go out drinking with your buddies, right, you get a bigger bang for your buck ¹ . Right? And depending on how well fed you [are or] not, you can, you can, get sort of, as we say here, uh, agitated? Impaired judgment? Shall we say? And why does that happen?²

Well it happens because when you drink, you have to uh, remove the alcohol, and you remove the alcohol by alcohol dehydrogenase and acid aldehyde dehydrogenase. This creates higher levels of NADH in the cytosol. And so you’re not really getting a lot on energy, per say, at that point in time. And then those higher levels of NADH cause a shift of pyruvate to lactate, and it also causes oxaloacetate to malate shift. These are the precursors of glucose from the liver.

So, you know, if you’re exercising, and you go drinking, you get, you get a little, little wilder, you know. Have you ever tried Gatorade and beer?³ Hopping gators? Get drunk on that? It used to be popular when I was in college. Well, well, Gatorade and anything ⁴ , because the the the carbonate and the glucose gives you [I couldn't really hear this part, something about the carbonate and the glucose and an enhanced uptake, and screwing something.] ⁵

Anyway, so, so you end up, uh, um, screwing up your glucose levels and just like any war usually starts when people are hungry⁶ . Or fights start when people are hungry⁷ . Or if you look at the Saturday night shootings of spouses, you know, it all happens after alcohol⁸ . So, vitamin B’s play a role in this. I’m going to ask you some roles for thiamine and, and uh, pyridoxine and some of this stuff. You know, beer has a lot of B vitamins, but, but typically if you’re drinking a light American beer in, into excess, you’ll go into a vitamin B deficiency.

So. If you want to be happy and drunk, you should drink and eat, like Europeans do⁹ and have lots of B vitamins. And don’t drink – don’t go out, like, at midnight and and drink like a fish, and not expect to have the consequences¹⁰ .

So, to make sure we understand the drinking rules according to Professor Bombast, the promised quiz:

* Please note that my views on alcohol consumption are in no way linked to the professor quoted above and that I believe moderation, safety of one’s self, and the safety of others are always of primary importance and that this is not meant to glorify or encourage overconsumption in any way. I’m not sure how you might get that impression, but someone surely will, so, if that’s you, go back and re-read this several times until it sticks.

What Makes a "Sad Drunk"? (And yes, there will be a quiz…) is a post from: cocktailnerd

1. is this actually something many people do, get all work-out sweaty and tired and then drink themselves silly?
2. the answer is “the booze” right, chief?
3. sounds delicious, orange, green, or blue?
4. Zima!!
5. heh, the side effect of Hopping Gators? You get to screw something…nice.
6. Yes, correct, Hitler just needed a Twinkie…good call
7. this guy’s family at Thanksgiving must look like a WWE PPV event
8. this is just a weird thing to throw in there, just the most unscientific creepy thing he probably could have said – sort of like Ben Stein
9. this guy’s big on socio-cultural generalizations
10. Thanks doc, I sure won’t, especially after my 1am spin class

Oh, do tell! is a post from: cocktailnerd

1. Taken by good friends of mine driving through Kansas who, naturally, had to backtrack and get a photo. Thanks guys.

The malevolent forces that align to drive me into the arms of the Horny Monkey tend to fall out like this:

1. It’s late, very late
2. I’m drunk, very drunk
3. It’s Summer
4. I’m looking for a combination of alcohol and sugar shock to stay awake
5. There are no manly men present.¹

So, should you find yourself in this scenario, your demise goes something like this:

Horny Monkey

• 1 1/2oz Creme de Banana²
• 1/2oz Rum
• 1oz Vodka
• 2oz Cream of Coconut³
• Pineapple juice
• 1 banana
• Cinnamon

Shake all ingredients except pineapple juice, banana (duh), and cinnamon with ice. Strain into an ice-filled Collins glass and top with pineapple juice. garnish with a whole banana⁴ and dust with cinnamon.

This triple threat of suck; vodka⁵ , craptastic Creme de-freaking Banana, and a bomb of uber-sweet Cream of Coconut (seriously, use Coco Lopez), fat, and sugar⁶ makes this drink feloniously brilliant. There is nothing to recommend this except that it will tweak your amygdala’s pleasure center in ways it hasn’t since you were a child and jammed your face into a bag of cotton candy. It’s beautiful in its ludicrousness.

This comes from a Tiki drink deck that, since informing myself by way of Jeff Berry and Trader Vic, was my introduction to Tiki-style drinks⁷ . The Horny Monkey causes me the same sensation as when i think back to Junior High and I stuffed and entire semesters’ worth love poems into the prettiest girl in class’s locker just before the holiday break. My poetry’s not good, people. And the welling of red-faced shame and dread I experience in remembering that has not diminished for time. It was an amateur move, much like making this drink. But, I’ve not changed much; in a fit of impulsiveness, I can’t help myself.

You will twinge at how sweet it is in the first few sips and then, as the wave of gut-clenching nausea passes and the drink dilutes a bit, you will come to realize that it’s a small drop of heaven placed in a glass.

Heaven for 3-year-olds, that is. Enjoy.

Thanks for hosting, Stevi, a great theme and a lot of fun.

MxMo XXXII: Horny Monkey is a post from: cocktailnerd

1. unless you’re looking to distract a group of gentlemen playing cards by fits of laughter, this drink is a bad idea to pull amongst men whose regard of your virility you value
2. I use Massenez du Bananananaanee de Vivre!
3. did your heart just stop? I swear I heard it stop…
4. ok, see, this proves the base retardation involved in this recipe…shoving an entire banana into this thing is madness, unless you want to save yourself the trouble and spill 80% of it out on the table, but I digress
5. unaffectionately called “poser fluid” at the Mixoloseum
6. see Nutritional Information below
7. the fucking Mai Tai calls for Creme de Noyaux – that’s the sort of thing we’re working with here people
8. and yes, those are actually the nutritional facts associated with this drink *sans* alcohol

I’ve resisted the urge to categorize them in any fashion, so it’s a simple list of all 125 sites for which we could find RSS or Atom feeds. I will keep this updated and posted at the top of my blogroll to the left or you can right-click the link below and import it into your reader but, beware, you may be cursing us if you do-my reader currently mocks me with 527 unread posts:

Cocktail OPML File-a-ganza!!!

Update (08/07):
File update with

• My Year of Drinking Heavily
• Drinks for the House
• Standards and Pours
• 52 Martinis
• Kincke
• Mixology

Update (08/21):
File update with

• Shoes & Cocktails
• http://stiryourspirits.blogspot.com/

Update (09/11):
File update with

• Two at the Most (previously Ana Bolena)
• The Mixoloseum Blog
• Refined Vices
• The Intoxicologist is In
• OH Group

RSS Madness: A Public Service (sort of) is a post from: cocktailnerd

Why not, indeed. While this was before my more enlightened drinking days I still liked to put a good spread of alcohol and this begat ‘The Shittiest Toilet in Scotland’. A drink born of woe, ignorance, and boorishness. All of the below is true. I leave you to it:

The Shittiest Toilet in Scotland (aka A step-by-step guide to confirming, to the world, you’re an utter asshat)
1 pt Scotch²
1 pt Kahlua
1 pt Butterscotch Schnapps
1 pt Cask & Cream Caramel Liqueur
1 pt Cherry/Vanilla Dr. Pepper
2 pts Idiot³

Instructions:

Prior to mixing your STS:
Prior to making your STS comment on how cheap rent is in Tulsa compared to wherever you’re from, and then immediately ask how much the host’s mortgage is for such a large house, and then do a turnabout saying, ‘That’s high!’ and further add to the insult to your host by asking the follow-up question, ‘Is that a thirty-year note?’ Be sure to state several times that the school you’re attending is not a degree-granting school and yet your parents are paying really embarrassing amount for it⁴ . Look perplexed anytime someone asks ‘So what are your plans after school/What will you do with that?’

Exclaim, ‘Oh!’

Add the Cherry/Vanilla Dr. Pepper on top of the mix. Do not stir. Approach the host with the glass high in front of you and explain that your drink seems to have curdled the cream liqueur and you’d like a straw. Recriminate the host/hostess for giving the drink a distasteful look and laughing at your trying to unscrew the cork to the Scotch as he/she gives you the straw. Briskly stir the drink.

Note who actually takes a drink, this is your best bet.

Attempt to connect with said ‘best bet’ for the evening by running through a list of people you knew once that may have been in the same bar as this person over a four year period in which this person lived within 100 miles of them or you. Insist that this person danced like a fairy and wore raver outfits for a period roughly 7-10 years ago (Note: if the person is wearing a raver outfit, use ‘cowboy’). When the person protests, act incredulous and restate yourself more loudly make yourself another STS (see above).

Take the host/hostess’s currently most recently prized possession and drunkenly fuck with it. Mess with the party music, hi-fi equipment, and/or playlist and explain that ‘YOU ALL MUST SIMPLY HEAR THIS SONG!!’ (Bonus points if the above two steps are combined)

Dance ’sexily’ in a narrow space between to paired off people/triads attempting to have a conversation about something other than yourself. Accept compliments offered ironically, without irony.

Get taken to a bar and left behind.

This is not a composite of characters or events from many parties I’ve had over the years. This is a singularity to be avoided at all costs. Share your party guest nightmares and, if you ask politely, I might just send you the subject’s name.⁵

The Shittiest Toilet in Scotland is a post from: cocktailnerd

1. to my brother-in-law’s credit he continues to acknowledge how horrible this was for everyone and apologize for it
2. must be aged at least 12 years and over and cost no less than $35/L, anything less won’t do where you’re from
3. Can be substituted with ‘Douche’ in a pinch
4. I presume having you 2000 miles away is well worth the investment
5. oddly enough, during that same visit to Tulsa from Boston she showed up at another party a friend of mine held and pretty much acted in the same manner. Luckily, I did not attend. Sorry Joe.

• Cocktail mixers being used in nefarious and inappropriate ways,
• Cocktail mixers being just plain awful, and
• Using mixing ingredients as substitutes when they really ought not be.

Let’s take an example from each¹ , the first being:

One of the worst mixer experiences of my life occurred in a bar in the heat of New York City’s summers smack dab in the center of the West Village. The bar, called The Red Lion had a special out front that specified ‘Rosé Wine for the Summertime–2 to 1!!’. Being naive and a lover of rosé I sauntered in on a hot evening with several friends to listen to the music and see what in the hell this special was all about. As I was nominated to gather the first drinks, I made the mistake of asking the bartender ‘What kind of rosé is on special tonight..is it French? Californian?” He grinned with a sinister and almost mocking smile when he told me, “Well, actually it’s all our corked white wine for the week mixed with our lovely
strawberry daiquiri mix!!!”

I personally like this because it’s a two-for-one tale of drinking woe: the misuse of a mixer in drinks and an object lesson of just how shoddy bartending practices have become in far too many bars. For the bartender to freely admit, and almost gloat at the establishment’s disdain for its clientele, not to mention using a mixer in a freaking Rosé, goes to show how depraved most public drinking has become. Have you no decency, bartending guy, at long last?!

To illustrate the second type of mixer mishap with which I was presented we have:

My girlfriend and I were in the Whole Foods in my town, planning a nice, leisurely brunch, when we decided to pick up some Bloody Mary mix. We were going to go with one of the major brands, until she saw one marked with the green “Local” tag. So, we took home a bottle of Memphis Mary Mix, “Now With Southern Spices.” The next morning, I added some Stoly to the mix, gave it a stir, and took a sip of the booziest barbecue sauce I’ve ever had.

Now, far be it from me to dis on boozy barbecue sauce, I can think of worse things to drink² . But, very often when finding and using a mixer that stands out using a gimmick such as ‘Locally Grown’, ‘100% Organic’, or ‘Will Give Sexual Perks within Minutes!!’³ , caveat emptor. More often than not these are products designed with utility and purpose as an afterthought versus having the drink, and presumably the drinker, for which they’re supposedly designed, in mind.

Finally, we have a fellow blogger from his post:

I was shopping one day when I stumbled into the Kosher section and found a product that I thought, “Hey let’s buy this and see what it’s all about.” That product would be dried kosher egg whites. Hmmm . . . you add some to warm water and stir for 2.6897 minutes, according to the strangely specific instructions, and VOILA! you have an egg white. Throw it in your mixing tin and off to the races.

And now, your Scofflaw’s Den Public Service Announcement:

FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY AND RIGHT IN THIS WORLD DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!

This was some bad mojo!!! First of all, the powered “egg” doesn’t really “mix” with warm water. It kind of sits there and forms a goop. Yes, a goop. Oh, and it foams. Yes, foamy goop.

Second, it smells. A smell somewhere between the two that was concocted within the depths of Hell most likely from whatever washed out of Hitler’s dirty underroos. (And yes, considering this is a Kosher product should be viewed as double damning!)

Finally, this hell created stench contaminates everything it touches. [Everything from] the little mixing bowl, the mixing glass, the mixing tin, the hawthorn strainer…and the garbage disposal that almost threw it up back at me. I happened to have the dish detergent that has the bleach alternative in it. Yeah, it took two washings of everything to get the stench out.

So I came away with a ruined drink and a boat load of knowledge to pass along. Please learn from my mistakes. Use fresh egg whites. Maybe the egg whites you can buy in a paper carton, but I haven’t tried those and therefore can’t vouch for them.

Ahem, well, I can say from my own experience that the only egg white fit to use in a cocktail is just that, a damned egg white. Besides, I enjoy the gentle art and skill of separating eggs. Like my love of pens and stationary, it’s not easily explained.

For style I have to give a whole lot of credit to Marshall for his entry but something in me says, “What, you tried what?!?! And you expected huh?!”, and I can’t entirely blame the product for that. But again, well-written and entertaining nonetheless.

I have to give the prize to Joe who nearly took one for the team where corked wine and sub-standard Daquiri mixer congealed into a Cronenbergian© dystopian taste experience that may have led him reeling like Dr. Benway along the New York City streets. I appreciate all of the entries and thank you for the interest and participation. It’s been fun, mostly…

Mixer Mishaps: The results are in…and is a post from: cocktailnerd

1. some entries have been edited for length and grammar, but not style
2. I’ve actually had one of these on a dare in my less evolved drinking days
3. I actually scanned my junk folder for an actual spam subject line-just amazing

1. Making an Aviation by candlelight is seriously risky business, and making the second or third, even more risky (alcohol and candles can become…illuminating)
2. Making an Aviation or Gin & Tonic without ice, even when leaving the bottles outside to chill and cutting it with a bit of water to match the dilution shaking would create, pretty much leaves with a drink tasting in the Sterno category of flavors.
3. Don’t use the ice outside to compensate. Ever.
4. Drinking gin neat is similar to trying to have sex with the flu, the body’s willing, and you know you like it in principle, but it just ends badly.
5. No matter how many glasses of Sterno Gin & Tonics you have, you will decide against having sex with only one wall between you and your in-laws and no television in your room.
6. Drinking Egg Nog and Champagne together is a really fucking horrible experience.
7. Liquor stores that open without electricity and run two registers and a couple of work lights from generators deserve your continued patronage. Saints, those people.
8. Sitting around by candle and battery-powered lamplight and singing Christmas Carols and drinking wine is great fun until one of the following happens:
   • The batteries run out on the lamp mid-carol and you’re walking around with your guitar, drink, and a candle trying to figure out in a strange house where any other batteries may be.
   • You and your playing partner take turns accidently knocking over glasses with your guitars and cleaning them up in really piss-poor lighting.
   • Someone requests ‘O Come, O Come, Emmanuel’
9. When power returns and you decide to try out Jeffrey Morgenthaler’s Wassail recipe, be sure the crockpot you use has an actual ‘Warm’ setting and not just a ‘Low’ setting. Apparently ‘Low’ is actually a cooking temperature and, well, you get Egg Drop Wassail when the egg proteins start to bond and it becomes, to most people, unpleasantly chunky¹ .
10. Monopoly is still boring, and no amount of alcohol (or fancy electronic credit card thingy) will ever change that.

The Night the Lights Went Out in Tulsa is a post from: cocktailnerd

1. although a few people nominated for best drink they’d had all year, partially based on the chunks

It was from a 3rd grade multiplication assignment he completed in-class (by ‘1’s no less – wheeeee!). Needless to say he must have been bored; his response to the ‘7 people waiting in a line. How many people in all?’ was to draw a line of people waiting on a port-a-potty with the people (along with SpongeBob) at various stages of bladder distress. As you can imagine, I’ve rarely been more proud of my son’s schoolwork.

The next parent-teacher conference should prove interesting indeed.

A Portrait of the Cocktailian as a Young Man is a post from: cocktailnerd