Three Dots and a Dash is a Don the Beachcomber classic with his signature spicy exotic melange of flavors. It manages to work in virtually every Beachcomber marker ingredient, including falernum, pimento dram, and honey mix. I’ve somehow missed making it for lo these many Tiki Months, and now that I have, I’m regretting the lost time. Make no mistake, it is a pain in the ass to make, with no less than eight ingredients beside the ice, and it needs flash blending to boot. To top it off, it really needs a complex garnish, as I’ll discuss after the recipe.
- 1 part fresh lime juice
- 1 part orange juice
- 1 part honey mix
- 3 parts amber rum
- 1 part Demerara rum
- 1 dash Angostura Bitters
- 1/2 part falernum
- 1/2 part pimento dram (allspice liqueur)
- 12 parts small ice
Flash blend all ingredients for about five seconds. Serve in a fun vessel, and garnish as below. Classic serving is 1/2 ounce per part per person.
The classic garnish is a long skewer with three cherries and a pineapple spear; three dots, and a dash, see? Since I currently have no pineapple in solid form, I nestled the cherries in a pod of a pineapple leaf. It is still three short things, and one long.
Three dots and a dash stand for the Morse Code letter ‘V’. The drink was invented during World War Two, and V for Victory was an important part of the mindset of most involved in the war effort on the Allied side.
Winston Churchill was central to popularizing the V for Victory two-fingered gesture. Most of the time, he flashed the V with his hand turned to have the palm facing out. When he flipped it around, as shown in this picture, there is an older, severely rude meaning. Since he did it only seldom, I’m sure each time he did, he did it for added effect. Winston Churchill was exquisitely calculated in all his insults. He was a stutterer, so every “spontaneous” quip he made had to have been thought out in advance to make sure he didn’t stumble on its delivery. That means he had locked and loaded this in advance, the greatest putdown in history.
Bessie Braddock (MP-Socialist): Winston, you’re drunk!
Churchill: Yes, Bessie me dear, and you’re ugly. But in the morning, I shall be sober!