I’ve drunk them before, and been drunk off of them before, but there is something special about making a cocktail for the first time. It’s yours, you combined those flavors and you are their beneficiary. Pretty empowering act of creation if you ask me.
The Sazerac was my intro to cocktails after the handful of old fashioned’s that my Dad had made me. The Sazerac was the most spirit-forward drink that I had actually enjoyed. I fancied it illicit at the time, while my friends were sipping beers I was effectively drinking sweet, syrupy battery acid. At the time I didn’t know much about booze or additives – and I still don’t – but what I do know is that upon first sip I felt as if the ripples of Aphrodite’s wake were singing to me. The strong scent of rye, anise, and whatever Peychaud’s is conjures my memories with fidelity to this day. If humans ever invent a time machine, I hope it’s in liquid form.
My favorite Sazerac was made by a bartender at Craftsman in Austin, TX. He had just moved from NoLa and had previously won an official-ish sounding Sazerac competition. He maintained that there are a thousand different Sazerac recipes and none of them are wrong. Here’s what I did tonight:
2 oz. Rye (Bulleit)
1 tsp. Cane Sugar
Smattering of Peychaud’s Bitters
Whisp of Pernod (Absinthe is too dang expensive)
Combine sugar, Peychaud’s, and a few drops of water in a mixing glass. Stir until sugar is dissolved.
Add Rye and much ice. Stir for 30 seconds.
Add a skosh of Pernod to a chilled rocks glass. Swirl and discard excess Pernod. Preferably into your own mouth.
Strain the Rye mixture into chilled glass. Add a twist of lemon.
Aziz made some beautiful art, I’m still reeling from watching season two of Master of None. Situations in this season were Kafkaesque, I shuddered with discomfort at the truthfulness of it all. Cringe is good sometimes.
I will hold off on more spoilers but if you’re so inclined you should watch this show.
Why is it that a Greenpoint Cocktail calls for Yellow Chartreuse?
Jr. Investigative Reporter Matt Cline here to get to the bottom of this coupe.
Ehh… Greenpoints taste good, I don’t mind. Sick lede though, right? If you really want a cocktail that calls for Rye & Green Chartreuse I have the ticket. Just listen to how I found it real quick.
The night Trump was elected I was alone in Boulder, CO. The Boulderado Hotel bar was mostly empty, save a woman in shambles grasping at our nation’s current predicament. I needed a cocktail. Something new. A fresh start on this shite evening. Drey The Bartender made me the dankest of the dank rye drinks. Spirit-forward, vegetal, suggestion of citrus. I don’t drink much else anymore and I’ve walked through making this cocktail with many other bartenders in the months since that fateful night. It’s also like 4 ingredients so chill out. I’m not good at this, I’m just a bon vivant.
1.5 oz. Rye (Templeton)
1 oz. Sweet Vermouth (Dolin)
0.5 oz. Green Chartreuse
3 Dashes Orange Bitters
Combine liquids in a bar glass. Stir with ice. Strain into a whiskey glass, coupe, coffee mug, whatever. Squeeze the orange peel like you know what you’re doing.
Quartz published an article on March 31st, 2017 that made my skin crawl the first time I read it. I had previously started listening to audiobooks in the same manner described in the article - 3x speed and with Overcast. It changed my life for the better, here’s why.
I have uncontrollable thoughts being broadcast through my cerebral cortex at all hours of the day, sometimes 4 at a time. The DSM-5 would call it ADHD. I call it an opinionated belligerent drunk skullmate. We have fun.
If 16 years of catholic schooling didn’t ruin organized religion for me, my nighttime prayers might go something like this: “Thank you, Internet. Thank you, rdio. Thank you, Podcasts. Thank you, Audiobooks.”
I’ve spent my life with my own chatterbox voices in my head and now I can somewhat control the content of that conversation. My media consumption didn’t lead to the downfall of my attention span, it was just never there in the first place. Listening to a guided, thoughtful conversation is a mechanism that allows my mind to focus on something that isn’t the all-encompassing weight of existence.
All that said, I do appreciate a quiet moment with no audio, chirping birds, smelling a gust of wind and all that jazz. Those things just don’t happen in a city. In the city I need my ear shields.