herbal

Wanderlust

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Wanderlust. I mean, the name says it all, right? No? Ok…

I’ve been working on this drink for a while and it seems that every time I make it, I either forget the ratios, what goes in it or simply end up calling it something different. At one time, I was cracking black pepper in it. Yeah. That happened. But then my meds kicked in (Rogaine if you must know) and all is well. I was calling it “The Doubleblack” too, which is just egocentric really, tho if you knew me, you’d say “hmm. that makes sense”. On the egocentric part. The name was shit and hence, while listening to Bjork recently, I photoshop’d the name on a picture, which around these here parts means it’s permanent. Just like your life’s most embarrassing mistakes.

I’ve professed my love for blood oranges in the past and since they’re going out of style faster than overalls in the late 90’s, I wanted to make one last drink to rule them all [where my ‘lord of the rings’ nerds at?! -crickets-].

This cocktail aims to be playful (like me, you guys!) and although it may seem all over the place (like me, you guys!), I like it cause it has a bit of whimsy (no), which is never a bad thing in life. The nigori sake and the gin (Junipero here. My new bff) go great together and the thyme/ginger/elderflower combo brings out some nice earthy—record stops— who am I?! I can’t tell you if I taste coffee beans while sipping an espresso, much less can I point out notes and shit. Know this: Its very pretty (seductive even), has tons of flavor and it packs a punch.

Cautionary tale:
My lovely Liliana (future Mrs. Zelaya who takes many of the photos on this blog) was sipping a bit extra I had poured in a shot glass while taking this picture, and once she was done, while giggling on the couch, confessed she was, as they say in the olden days: “a little fucked up”. 5 minutes later, she was out like a black rhino in the savannah after being hit in the ass with a tranquilizer dart (NOTE to self: make a drink called black rhyno. I called dibs!).

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Dry gin
Junmai nigori sake
Elder flower liquor
Bitters
honey/ginger/thyme syrup *
blood orange juice

To make the syrup:
3 parts water
2 parts clover honey
1 part fresh grated ginger
3 branches of thyme

boil. simmer. strain. bottle.

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1 part Junipero gin
1 part Rihaku junmai nigori sake
1/2 part St Germain elderflower liquor
1/2 eye-dropper of Bitterman’s Xocolatl Mole bitters
3/4 part blood orange juice
1/2 part honey/ginger/thyme syrup*

baby shaking syndrome time…
pour in a rocks glass or my favorite: DIRECTLY INTO YOUR MOUTH
garnish with 1/2 slice of blood orange & thyme branch.
[Enjoy]

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Herbalism

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It’s OK to change your mind. I mean, we do it all the time, right? Sometimes I wear different socks in the morning (I’m not just talking about color here, I mean, 1 will be an ankle sock and the other will be a barely elastic crew sock with a hole in the front big enough for 2 toes) and right before I leave the house I stop myself and say “No. Not like this. You’re a grown man now”.

Well just like that, I made a cocktail the other night that I had enjoyed @ Eastern Standard which they call the “Au Provence”. Its a nice little vodka gimlet with tarragon infused simple that I bastardized the shit out of it in the comfort of my home and took pictures for you guys, wrote up a recipe, the whole 9… Turns out that vodka (was using Karlsson’s) falls flat with tarragon and lime. There’s nothing to make it anything more than starter drink for the night that you’ll forget as soon as something better comes along. Like a first husband or wife.
On my second run, I used No. 3 gin, which with its delicate botanical mix is just perfect for this cocktail.

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No. 3 London Dry Gin
Lime juice
Tarragon infused simple
Grapefruit Bitters
Angostura bitters

If you prefer to use a gin that has a more prominent orange peel element, you can swap out the grapefruit bitters for orange bitters to help bring out those flavors.

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2 parts No.3 Gin
3/4 part lime juice
3/4 part tarragon simple
2 dashes of angostura bitters
2 dashes of grapefruit bitters

Pour into a shaker, add ice and beat the devil out of it.
Double strain into a chilled martini glass or coupe.
Garnish with a fresh lime twist and some tarragon to really get that herbal aroma.
[Enjoy]

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