Cocktail Couture

As a thirty something male with a self-proclaimed old soul, I loathe the artificial club scene. Yet, I still find ways to spend fifteen bucks on a mixed drink sans sponsoring some PYT's weekend drinking habit. Covert speakeasies and masterful mixologists have created the current craft cocktail renaissance. In comparison to their sugary, syrupy offspring, these drinks are meant to be sipped not inhaled.



A man of few vices, I've recently developed a love affair with rye and bourbon whiskey. After a long day at the office, I usually meditate to unwind. But every now and then, I concoct my own ethanol elixir. My favorite pays homage to the original cocktail, the Old-fashioned. It is composed of spicy rye whiskey, agave, spring water, a few dashes of angostura and blood orange bitters, and a smoked orange peel. I've also began experimenting with white whiskey (I.e., moonshine with the tax), sweet vermouth, and absinthe.



Bottoms up!!