Category: Whiskey
Tiki Month 2018
Rule 2

Tiki Drink: Lion’s Fang

I don't have a lot of time right at the beginning of this year's Tiki Month, but I wanted to get some content quickly out of the box. In the days leading up to this little blogvent, I start trying a lot of the recipes I've bookmarked since the last Tiki Month. I've been drinking a fair number of Lion's Fangs for the last two weeks.... The Lion's Tail is a classic bourbon cocktail that the PeguWife and I both love. It's a drink I've been debating for a while about whether to include in a Tiki Month. In the end, I just didn't think it is quite "Tiki" enough. The Lion's Fang is a much more Tiki-Compliant riff from Chad Austin of Bootlegger Tiki. I actually find the Fang better than the Tail. And it is much more in the Tiki style.
  • 1 1/2 oz. Demerara rum (Hamilton's)
  • 1 oz. bourbon (Wild Turkey 101)
  • 1 oz. fresh lime juice
  • 1/2 oz. falernum
  • 1/4 oz. Allspice Dram (St. Elizabeth)
  • 1/4 oz. Demerara syrup
  • 2 dash Angostura bitters
  • 6 drops absinthe (Pernod)
Shake all ingredients well. Strain into a low mug or old-fashioned glass with fresh, small ice. Garnish with something sharp and pointy.
Mixology Monday
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Tiki Month 2017

MxMo’s Last Hurrah: Irish Privateer

It is Mixology Monday again, but never again. I'm a little teary-eyed while writing this post. Once upon a time, before Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter were much of a thing, great beasts called "blogs" roamed the internet, sharing wisdom and inanity alike on all manner of subjects, not the least among them being cocktails. Blogs had no limit on size, or illustration, or content, but they lacked the tools of modern social media to reach enough people. To battle the dangers of obscurity, blogs would gather periodically in herds called "blog carnivals", where related sites would post simultaneously on a specified subject, and link each other to draw traffic to all. In the cocktail world, the great stallion Paul Clarke summoned the herd known as Mixology Monday. After many years, Paul was no longer able to lead the herd, and Fred Yarm, the hardest working blogger in cocktails, took up the mantle and MxMo lived on. But in the fullness of time, MxMo at last dwindled. The original participants faded or were lost, and the new generations found that with tools of social media, they hardly needed the nurture and safety of the blog carnival. Now at last, the time has come to say goodbye to Mixology Monday. Fred himself is hosting this last roundup, and his chosen theme is appropriately the "Irish Wake". Hopefully this last gathering of the herd will be mighty, as we all post on the theme of goodbyes, and raise a drink which features Irish Whiskey, that most melancholy of spirits. Here at The Pegu Blog, the Irish Wake arrives smack in the middle of Tiki Month 2017. This left me with the added difficulty, beyond working through my tears, of coming up with a Tiki-profile drink that employs the native spirit from a mysterious isle, that while lushly green, is hardly tropical, and located on the other side of the world from Polynesia. There are no Irish Whiskey Tiki drinks, folks. None that I can find. So I had to dust off my questionable creative mixology skills and summon one from the volcanic mists. (Cue drums and dancing native girls as Doug capers about in a scary wooden mask, brandishing cocktail shaker and basket of fruit.)
In the Age of Sail, a disreputable but formidable Irish sea captain and his crew took service with the King of England, swallowing their national pride easily with a wash of profit motive from "pirating with permission." Our privateer sailed bravely through the Straights of Magellan and into the South Pacific, there to relieve the Portuguese shipping of whatever gold and spices they were using for ballast. Gold and spices make for lousy ballast, so the boyos really saw it as a voyage of humanitarian safety inspections, you see.... They missed the essential problem that all that gold and spice was now in use as ballast in their ship! When a Typhoon found them near a nameless archipelago, it smashed their unbalanced ship and sent it to the bottom, taking with it all that lovely ballast. The only thing the five survivors had to cling to was a like number of barrels of the spirit of their own native isle. After the storm passed, they drifted at sea. One by one, they succumbed to the sun and the sea (and in one case, a shark). The survivors lashed the barrels together to preserve them until only our doughty captain remained. One morning, as he was resolving to burst open a cask in order to drown in the Irish Sea, rather than the Pacific, he instead washed ashore on the only inhabited island of that nearby archipelago. The natives were welcoming, but didn't like the spirit he brought with him. This suited him, as it meant he had a lifetime supply to toast his lost comrades. As he grew to a ripe old age, enjoying his eternal tropical Irish wake, he found to his alarm that he might outlive his supply! So he took to cutting it with the native fruits and spices, experimenting and experimenting until he found just the right combination to last him a lifetime. His native hosts even found that they liked his whiskey this way too, finally joining him in his sad remembrances. Soon, they realized that he would consume it all, so they killed him and kept the remaining barrel for themselves.
  • 1 1/2 oz Bushmills (the privateer was a Protestant)
  • 1/2 oz orgeat
  • 1/2 oz King's Ginger liqueur (the privateer was of course a redhead)
  • 1/2 oz lemon juice
Combine ingredients in a shaker with ice and toss like the sea has turned against you. Strain into a coupe and garnish with a single floating mint leaf.
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Tiki Month 2017

Tiki Winners 2017 Part I: The Expedition

Each year during Tiki Month, I conduct a number of unlicensed laboratory experiments on human subjects have a few friends over to try out new recipes I've run across. This year I want to blog the ones that come up as winners, in that they are the ones that everybody is ordering by the end of the night. Winner number one from lab session one this year is The Expedition. This beaut is a Martin Cate original, and you can find it in his insanely worthwhile book Smuggler's Cove: Exotic Cocktails, Rum, and the Cult of Tiki. (The book is on sale as of this posting for only eighteen bucks. This is a steal.) I thought to try it out based on a post from last august by Fred Yarm, which I've had squirreled away in my reading list in anticipation of this day.
  • 1 oz fresh lime juice
  • 1/2 oz 1:1 cinnamon syrup
  • 1/2 oz 1:1 honey syrup
  • 1/4 oz 1:1 vanilla syrup
  • 1/4 oz coffee liqueur
  • 2 oz dark Jamaican rum
  • 1 oz decent bourbon
Flash blend with 12 ounces of crushed ice. Pour into a medium-large mug with 2 oz. of seltzer already inside. Top with more crushed ice if needed. Garnish with orchid and a restrained amount of mint. (p.140, Smugglers Cove)
This drink is a nicely balanced combination of several different strains of Tiki. It is a soft, sweet melange of flavors that goes down easy for the less adventurous drinkers. But it also hearkens back to the exotic spice flavor profile of the early Tiki period with its cinnamon, vanilla and coffee. And it is a bit of a hidden booze bomb, with a splash over three ounces of liquor. Be careful about serving these to people who haven't had them before, as it is terrifyingly easy to misjudge the alcohol content in The Expedition. Don't expect, as I did from reading the recipe, for this to be a "coffee drink". It's not, at least not with the coffee liqueur I used. Instead, the coffee seems to be one of those "flavor morters" great cocktails often have, helping to bind disparate flavors into a single, new whole. The Expedition is what I call a "story drink", in that the ingredients are selected to tell a story, in this case, the career (expedition) of Don the Beachcomber. Read Martin's book for the story. Usually, story drinks, or story pairings, or story menus don't quite stick the landing. It is usually like selecting the instruments in an orchestra based on which ones look them most rad, but in this case the result really, really
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Distillery Tour: Wild Turkey

WTWelcomeHome The second stop on this year's toddle down the Kentucky Bourbon Trail was at the venerable site of the Wild Turkey distillery in Lawrenceburg. A few years back, Campari purchased Wild Turkey for well over half a billion dollars. Since then, they have put more than a hundred million dollars into the brand and the site. I was curious to see how much that new international corporate influence I'd perceive on our tour. Those perceptions, good and bad, are all interesting. The first place a visitor sees that money at work in the new visitor center, where tours begin and end. This is a great facility. It is filled with entertaining displays of bourbon and Wild Turkey history, a cathedral of a tasting room with a fabulous view the Kentucky River, and a shop with all manner of entertaining (and/or delicious) inventory on offer. I'll come back to this location when I get to the tasting outlay, but I'll note one cool thing from when we first arrived. An elderly gentleman wandered into the lobby as our tour was getting ready to go. An elderly gentleman named Jimmy Russell, Master Distiller at Wild Turkey for about as long as I've been alive. The visitor center made no fuss about his appearance, he just ambled in for a few minutes. This left most of the tour group standing around awkwardly, wondering why about five of us were treating this little old man like he was Elvis.... WTJimmyRussel It seems that Jimmy makes this visit often when he is in town, but I wouldn't absolutely count on meeting him. The tours leave on the hour, and from the outset, that new corporate ownership showed. Don't get me wrong. Most all big Kentucky outfits are owned by multi-nationals now. But for virtually all of them, job one is concealing this from visitors' subconscious. History, heritage, and craft are the bywords that other Bourbon Trail distilleries tend to shape their tours to convey, and more importantly, it is what virtually all visitors are looking for. The tour itself at Wild Turkey is industrial. It felt more like I was on the Ford F-150 plant tour as part of a visit to the Henry Ford in Detroit. (Caveat: I love the Rouge plant tour. It makes you proud to be a human being. If you've never been to the Henry Ford, it's worth a trip to Detroit all by itself. The plant tour is only a part of it.) The Wild Turkey tour is a fine industrial tour, and I certainly enjoyed it. Parts of it are extremely well done. But it left me unsatisfied, so let's examine why. The tour commences with a ride on a comfortable bus up to the top of the hill to the new distillery building. The bus thing is the first discordant note. I'm used to walking the entire tour. It makes many of these giant facilities seem almost intimate. I like to wander, but at Wild Turkey, every time I strayed out of a straight line from bus to door, I felt almost naughty. WTExterior This new facility was actually under construction before the Campari acquisition. (I think. The timeline of the plant expansion and the sale are both a little murky.) The new distillery features all new and up to date stills and fermenting vats. The plant is capable of producing double the old facility—nearly 11 million gallons of whiskey a year. The new still runs at the same rate as the old one. The increase in production comes from the truly vast collection of fermenters that produce enough mash to keep the new still running for much more of the day. Wild Turkey is now a three-shift operation when it is not shut down for Summer maintenance. Upon entering the building, there is a nice little display that demonstrates the grains in Wild Turkey's mash bill. Out of all the distillery tours I've been on, this segment is actually one of the more cogent and educational descriptions of what the raw ingredients of bourbon are, and how they are handled that I've seen. But it takes place in a cinder block room with fluorescent lighting. If you saw this exact display at Makers Mark, they'd have it in an unlit, decrepit shed with dented scrap copper and a wooden plow in the corner.... WTGrains Next you go up the stairs to the only actively disappointing part of the tour: The big still itself. How on Earth do you make a giant piece of state of the art copper equipment boring? You don't let me into the room with it. You see the still through a set of large plate glass windows—large, slightly dirty, definitely wet windows. [caption id="attachment_11420" align="aligncenter" width="1200"]This lovely picture of the countryside is brought to you by the fact that your view of the new still is so obstructed I couldn't get a single usable photograph of it. This lovely picture of the countryside is brought to you by the fact that the view of the new still is so obstructed I couldn't get a single usable photograph of it.[/caption] Of all the quirks of this tour, the wall between us and the still was the only one that I was consciously annoyed by at the time. You can't see the still properly, but worse, you can't hear it. You can't feel its vibrations. (I assume. It wasn't running, due to the calendar.) You can't breathe the same air. There's a condom joke here, but I can't quite nail it down.... After the still room, you do get to walk amongst the truly vast arena of fermenting vats. This room is truly impressive, and you do very much get to breathe the same air here. I can't imagine how glorious (or overpowering) the aroma would be on a hot spring day. It also was the place where I learned my "one new thing" on this tour. I've been on so many distillery tours, I've heard virtually every detail before. But I always get something new, and the one I learned here is a doozy. Whenever you enter a fermenting room, the floor is just a few feet below the top of the giant tubs, and it is always a metal grid or sports widely spaced floorboards. I always assumed this was so you could easily access the top of the vats, but it is really so you don't die. So much CO2 roils out of the fermenters when they are running, it is dangerous. Fortunately, CO2 is heavier than air. The floor is elevated to keep you from literally drowning, and it has lots of room for air flow so that the CO2 can easily sink down where people don't walk during operations. Wild Turkey has huge ventilation systems to clear out the gas from down below. However, our guide said that there are still days when all vats are going that the CO2 levels are so high, they can't even conduct the tours on the elevated floor. After the fermenters, you spend more time in a cinder block stairwell, with a display of Wild Turkey products, past and present. The actual story the guide tells is pretty fun, but again the environment is... stark. After than, it is back on the bus. You ride past the brand new, ultra-modern bottling facility on the way to the rick houses. Note that I say that you ride past. They brag about how awesome it is, and how when bourbon production is down, they run tanker trucks full of Skyy vodka through there. But they don't take you in! I kept expecting them to take us in on the way back, but no dice. WTRickOutside The ricks are great. To a certain extent, ricks are ricks, but the house Wild Turkey has chosen to show off is a beaut. The view from it is that bridge picture I petulantly stuck in above. The exteriors have just the right amount of whiskey mold to look cool but not too nasty. Inside, there is good light and great smells. I like the fact that there has been some recent wood replacement right where the tour stops inside, which illustrates very nicely the amount of engineering and maintenance has to go into these expertly designed buildings that look to the casual observer like beat-up old sheds full of barrels. (Caveat: They are beat-up old shed full of barrels. The twin facts that their design makes for some pretty amazing chemical reactions happening within, and that they don't fall down and kill everyone nearby, make for the engineering marvel aspect.) WTRick It was a cool bit of chance that as we were entering the rick house, we ran into Jimmy's son Eddie as he was leaving. He had been in there before us, checking on the progress of some unknown number of barrels, and took a few moments to say hello. It was a neat little add-on that reminds you that for all that this is a half-billion dollar operation, it also remains a deeply personal, hands-on one. [caption id="attachment_11426" align="aligncenter" width="1200"]Is it just me, or does this man look sheepish to have been "caught" drinking bourbon right out of the barrel at 11:20 in the morning? Is it just me, or does this man look sheepish to have been observed drinking bourbon right out of the barrel at 11:20 in the morning?[/caption] After we left the rick, we boarded that bus again, and it was back to the visitor center for the best part of the tour: the tasting. And I mean that in all seriousness. I don't just mean the products are good, though the tasting did provide a good reminder that Wild Turkey's products, top to bottom, are a helluva lot better than most people imagine they are. (More on that issue in another post.) But also, the tasting room is a cathedral. [caption id="attachment_11427" align="aligncenter" width="1200"]Almost literally. Almost literally.[/caption] The sunlight-drenched tasting room has a view that in a single glance explains why they thought it was a good idea to put the visitor center so far away from the actual heart of the distillery. Inside, the space is dominated by the massive copper form of the old column still Wild Turkey employed for decades before the renovation. I will admit this exhibit does make up a smallamount for that big wall between you and the current still. You can get right up to it, look inside, and get a feel for the scale of the thing. WTTastingRoom The samples themselves are all quite tasty. As I said, Wild Turkey is a much better product than many people, especially outside their old-line demographic, believe. When was the last time you saw a craft bartender grab a bottle of Wild Turkey to make a drink? That's a shame, really. The only oddity I felt during the tasting was an almost sneer at their own rye product. Or not at their product, but at rye as a category in comparison to bourbon. Wild Turkey was one of the only American distilleries that kept the beacon of rye burning during the category's long sojourn in the wilderness, before its current resurgence. I would expect that they would do more to emphasize both their part in making sure there is rye to drink, and in making such a good rye. We enjoyed the tour, but I can only give a qualified recommendation for a visit to Wild Turkey. If you are a fan of Kickin' Chikin, by all means, go. And for Bourbon Trail veterans, it is a pleasant stop on the way to seeing it all. But for the casual visitor, who might only visit one or two distilleries on an isolated trip to or through Kentucky, there are many better, more entertaining choices for a good time. Simply put, this tour could be so much improved. The bus is unavoidable, given the spread out nature of Wild Turkey's plant. But for goodness sake, take the bean counters out and give them a high colonic with Russell's Reserve. Spend some money on the currently dreary spaces in which the tour spends most of its time. Make it feel like a Kentucky distillery, and not a mall parking garage in Chicago. There are wineries in California who make less wine in a year than Wild Turkey distills in a day, yet have multi-million dollar "chateaus" whose only purpose is to provide visitors with the impression of age and class. All of the Kentucky distilleries, except for Makers Mark, fall a bit short in this regard, but none so starkly as Wild Turkey. Let us get a view inside that high-tech bottling plant, or pretend it doesn't exist. One or the other. A lot of work clearly went into designing this tour, and I'm sorry to say that a lot more is needed to get it right. I know this was a lot less positive post than I usually write, but I have a follow-up coming with a whole lot good and fun to say about Wild Turkey. That one will reference a lot of things in this one, so I hope you stick around to read that one
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