This Ain’t My Grandpa’s Gin
By Dan Dunn
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Like many a precocious infant, the Imbiber was introduced to gin back in Philadelphia by my grandfather, who used to rub a little on my gums whenever I was colicky. It wasn’t until many years later, however, that I truly learned to appreciate gin, thanks to the silky vocal stylings of one Mr. Calvin Broadus, aka Snoop Dogg. He, of course, has the cultivating music that be captivating he who listens. And I listen, friends. I listen. To read the rest click here...
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This Rum is a Little Nuts
By Dan Dunn
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You know that stellar part of the Beastie Boys’ song “Root Down” where Mike D screams “Oh my God that’s some funky shit!”? Well, your Imbiber happened to be listening to that very section of that track at the precise moment I took my first chilled sip of something called Castries Peanut Rum Crème. And what went through my mind just then? Straight up, Mike D. Castries is funky in a kickin’ it root down way — think Mr. Peanut surfing a wave of molasses on a sunny beach in the Caribbean. No, for real … let that image wash over you. You’ll feel better.

Castries takes its name from the picturesque capital city of St. Lucia, one of the Windward Islands in the eastern Caribbean Sea. That’s where they procure the aged rum that is carefully blended with vanilla from Madagascar, cream and peanuts. The taste reminds me of a mouthful of Snickers, peanut brittle, Bailey’s Irish Crème and banana, which is odd given I’ve never actually had all of those things in my mouth at the same time. When asked about the origin of such an unusual product, Team Spirits Imports CEO David Jones said, “with peanuts found in more then 75% of US households, there is an untapped market for a peanut flavored spirit and a luxury cream brand that we are working to fill.” Hell, if Castries ($30) is a success it stands to reason we’ll soon be seeing an array of infused spirits inspired by popular cupboard items — stuff like Kraft Macaroni & Cheese premium gin, and potato chip flavored Quaker Oats liqueur. Now
that would really be some funky shit!


PEANUT BUTTER CUP
1 oz. Godiva chocolate liqueur
1 oz. vanilla vodka
2 oz. Castries

Shake vigorously over ice and strain into a chilled martini glass. Line the Martini glass with chocolate syrup for additional effect.
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BOOZE AND LYRICS

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“So I’ll get some Montecristo, and we can all go see the band. Well I may not be a looker, yeah, but I’ll help you any way I can.”

— “The Gutterati?” by The Fratellis

Montecristo Ginger Mojito
1.5 oz Montecristo Spiced Rum
1.5 oz fresh lime juice
.5 oz ginger ale
6 mint leaves
3 slivers fresh ginger

Muddle mint, lime juice, and ginger in tall glass. Add rum and crushed ice, then shake. Top with ginger ale. Garnish with mint sprig and candied ginger slice.

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TD Crock

Here's One for Dear Ol' Dad
By Dan Dunn

The Imbiber’s father quit drinking two decades ago. Why? Well, it seems one man’s sublime pleasure is another man’s debilitating disease. My pops seems a whole lot happier sober than he ever did when he was drunk, and I’m grateful for that. The downside of dad’s temperance is that every year come Father’s Day, gifting him some hooch from my bountiful supply isn’t exactly a viable option. So instead of a bottle of Krug or a fine single malt Scotch, Dunn Sr. gets stuff like Brut by Faberge and subscriptions to weird magazines nobody’s heard of. Once I even gave him a tie. A used tie from the Salvation Army embroidered with a piano keyboard design.

My shrink thinks the crummy gifts might be a subconscious effort to drive my dad to drink, thereby making future Father’s Day shopping a whole lot easier on me. What she doesn’t know is that my old man LIKES going out looking like Billy Joel in the “Uptown Girl” video and smelling like a marinated mobster. For those whose dads do consume adult beverages, here are a few Father’s Day gift ideas:

Traditionalists will flip their hairpieces over the
Tullamore Dew Gift Crock. The ceramic crock is sealed with a cork and comes with its own porcelain stopper. Looks like something outta the 1940s, no doubt because that’s when Tullamore Dew first started selling them. ($30. www.tullamoredew.com)

If Eisenhower-era cinema taught us anything it’s that after a long day at the factory, there’s nothing dear old Dad enjoys more than a stiff martini. Put a new twist on an old favorite with Tanqueray Rangpur gin. It’s made with exotic limes that are incorporated into the distilling process. As flavorful a gin as you’ll find on the market today. ($22)

Or treat Papa to
Patrón XO Café, a tasty combination of coffee and high-end tequila to help him start Father’s Day off right. ($23)
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The Mystery of Chartreuse

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Folklore, of the sort propagated by resourceful publicists, has it that the recipe for the liqueur Chartreuse is a mystery to the entire world excepting three Carthusian monks cloistered inside a monastery in the French Alps. And even those three holy men each knows but a portion of the complete formula. Protecting trade secrets is one thing, but this sounds a bit excessive if you ask me. After all, if you can’t trust a cloistered monk, then who in the hell can you trust? (Oprah, maybe? The Dalai Lama?) What we do know about the production of the mysterious Chartreuse is that it contains over 130 herbs and botanicals, it’s the only liqueur to be aged in oak vats, and the Carthusian Order has been at it nonstop for 400 years.

There are two types of Chartreuse – green and yellow. The former is intensely floral, with strong hints of fennel, rosemary, cinnamon and cloves. Yellow Chartreuse is the more citrusy of the two, brimming with flavors such as blood orange, lemon and honey. Chartreuse isn’t really the type of elixir to be enjoyed straight, but it can really spruce up a cocktail. Fortunately, I know a guy on the inside at the monastery who managed to smuggle out a few cocktail recipes:
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The debut of "Stuff We're Diggin'"

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First off, thanks to everyone who wrote in offering compliments about the new Imbiber website (www.theimbiber.net). Your kindness is much appreciated. This week the team and I are introducing a new feature called “Things We’re Digging Proper.” Here’s the rundown:

--We’re digging the new 24-ounce bottle of Red Stripe ($2.99), a revolutionary concept that combines the great taste of Jamaica’s most famous lager with the average American’s penchant for gluttony. Looks great in and out of a brown paper bag.

--Gin is the new vodka, which was formerly the old rum before it used to be whisky. I know, trying to stay current is confusing as hell, but check this my fellow hipsters: Bulldog London Dry Gin ($27.99) is hot. Like, Jessica Biel’s booty hot! Forget the tonic, though, and really go for it in a dirty martini.
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Martin Miller's Gin is Tops

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It isn’t often The Imbiber comes across a spirit so remarkable, I’m willing to anoint it the best of its kind – mainly for fear of pissing off the other guys and getting shut out of cool events. Alas, I must risk being blackballed by Bombay, Tanqueray and the other fine “ays” out there who produce gin because it appears I have discovered THE CHOSEN ONE. Martin Miller’s London Dry Gin is the eponymous creation of an English antiques expert who, having grown frustrated over a perceived dearth of quality gins, decided to whip up an ultra premium of his own. After much trial and error, Miller concocted an 80-proof wonder that has the potential to revolutionize and re-popularize gin in much the same way the likes of Grey Goose and Ketel One did for vodka

Miller seeks out the best botanicals – juniper, and other stuff like cassia bark and Florentine Iris – and distills it in hundred-year-old copper still dubbed Grandma. Once the heart of the single batch distillation is extracted it gets shipped from the UK to Iceland, where it’s married with lava-filtered glacial water and bottled. I’m telling you, people, ole’ Marty should have called the stuff Baby’s Ass instead, cuz it’s THAT smooth (and drinking enough of it will get you pretty, uh, crappy). Is it the water? The still? Magic? I dunno, but I can tell you that Miller’s gin is so good it
was just awarded double gold at the 2006 San Francisco World Spirits Competition.

Price is $27.99, which is roughly the cost of two Ricky Martin cds. And if you look at it that way – Ricky Martin versus Martin Miller – it’s kind of a no-brainer. What, you ask, is up with the random Ricky Martin reference? That’s easy – I’m high on gin and tonic, and livin’ la vida loca. Anybody wanna join me?
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