Fluffy Ruffles Monday, May 7 2012 

That’s the name of this here drink:

I just made one for the beau (& one for me) while he was cooking dinner. Typically, when I ask if I can make us a round whilst he’s cooking, the base spirit is always (always!) whiskey, almost always rye. We keep a decanter of “house whiskey” on the bar filled with Old Overholt, which is by far the best value one can buy in a bottle of rye.

Anyway, this evening, a rum-based cocktail was requested, so I consulted ye olde Official Mixer’s Manual by Patrick Gavin Duffy (a must, if you’re serious about sipping drinks as ridiculously named as the Fluffy Ruffles), and settled on said drink because a) it’s simple (I’m lazy) and b) I liked the name. I believe it’s in the Savoy Cocktail Book, as well.

Spoiler alert: It is delicious, essentially because it’s a rum manhattan. Here’s the recipe.

Fluffy Ruffles

1/2 parts Cuban rum (I used Ron Abuelo as I didn’t pick up any Havana Club whilst in England; Panama seemed a close second)
1/2 parts Italian vermouth (I used Carpano Antica as it’s quite sweet)
Rind of lime

In a mixing glass with ice, combine rum and vermouth; stir until cold. Strain into a coupe class; garnish with lime rind.


Beefeater mania Tuesday, Apr 24 2012 

I just re-read my post from the other night and it is totally delirious. Oh well.

our fleet

So, Monday was amazing. We started off bright and early with a grand tour of the Beefeater Distillery, led by the lovely Desmond Payne, Beefeater’s Master Distiller, who is officially my new favorite person. Here he is paused in front of one of the stills’ odd little tasting window-boxes (mental note: will ask him about their real name), from which gin flows for around seven hours each working day of the week. Desmond & his tasters sample from these gin fountains toward the end of each afternoon to find the sweet spot for cutting a new batch of Beefeater. It’s very much a human process and totally subjective. Which I love. (more…)

Longest day in the world Sunday, Apr 22 2012 

My eyes are heavy after this very, very long first day of my trip, but before I go to bed, I wanted to share some of the amazing things that I have experienced in my first 12 hours in London. The gin itinerary (gin-tinerary?) officially begins tomorrow!

First, I checked in at The Dukes hotel, which is oh so very Bri-ish. More than a century ago, it served as guest quarters for friends & family of the royalest of royals. (Is royalest a word? Did I just make that up? Am I delirious?) The rest of the details are fuzzy at this late hour, but the most important thing to remember is that the related Dukes Bar was often frequented by Mr. Ian Flemming. All I managed to squeeze in this evening was a glass of champagne (there is a salon at this hotel dedicated solely to the act of drinking champagne — no joke), but tomorrow evening I intend to make time for a martini shaken, not stirred.


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