Archive for the ‘Liquid Diet’ Category

the communist

Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008

I had a shit ton of lemons left over from doing a few practice rounds with The Photographer prior to heading to Star. So I thumbed through my copy of Vintage Spirits and Forgotten Cocktails, a generous Christmas present from Homecracka Ed G, looking for something involving lemons. I came across the recipe for The Communist, which also required gin and since I love gin like Rick James loves Mary Jane, this was a cocktail begging to be tried.

The flavor of The Communist is very crisp and citrus. I especially enjoy the delightfully bitter finish, which saves this drink from being a sweet shooter favored by amateur drinkers. While The Communist is delicious in its own right, the drink is somewhat similar to the Singapore Sling.

Ingredients of The Communist include: gin, cherry brandy, lemon juice, and orange juice. Since I was fresh out of cherry brandy, I substituted Cherry Heering - the internet is inconclusive on whether this liqueur is cherry brandy or not. For the gin component, I used Tanqueray No. Ten, a strongly flavored gin that stands up to the fruit explosion of the other ingredients.

petit zinc

Thursday, January 17th, 2008

As astute readers who peruse the Liquid Diet category have likely ascertained from its absence , I am not a fan of Vodka. Mostly because it lacks flavor. I am not fond of the Freedom either. Of course, there are exceptions - like smoldering news anchor Melissa Theuriau. The Petit Zinc is also an exception. Reverse engineered by Paul Harrington based on the limited recollection of a bar patron who had the drink on vacation in Freedom, The Petit Zinc is quite obscure.

This is another orange cocktail, like the Derby Cocktail or Satan’s Whiskers. The taste sensation is overwhelmingly orange with some nice herbal notes from the sweet vermouth. This cocktail is also rather sweet, especially compared to my usual libations.

The Petit Zinc is recommended, with reservations. While this is a mighty tasty concoction, I find the cocktail rather sweeter than I generally prefer.

derby cocktail

Wednesday, January 16th, 2008

Since it was snowing* in Crunklanta - Strip City, I decided to mix up a few cocktails. I picked up my copy of Vintage Spirits and Forgotten Cocktails and went looking for a recipe that included limes and sweet vermouth, since I have a surplus of both. Eventually, I came across The Derby Cocktail.

The Derby Cocktail is an orange color, reminiscent of Satan’s Whiskers. Initial taste is tart, with orange overtones from the Cointreau. Next, the smoky flavor of the bourbon kicks in. I found the aftertaste is pleasantly savory with lingering hints of bourbon.

The Derby Cocktail is smoove as hell and highly recommended.


* That means I’ll be working from home** tomorrow, since southerners can’t drive in the snow. I realize they can’t drive worth a damn anyway, but snow causes them to do even more retarded things and crash more often than usual.
** Normally, I would just call in sick, but The Man is keeping me down with a fuckton of work, so I will have to accomplish something.

la floridita daiquiri

Tuesday, January 1st, 2008

Disappointed with the Seventh Heaven, I mixed up a La Floridita Daiquiri, which should not be confused with the La Floridita. Or the syrupy frozen sludge that masquerades as Daiquiris at suburban strip mall restaurants.

The La Floridita Daiquiri is a huge improvement over the Seventh Heaven. While this drink is similar to the standard Daiquiri and the Hemingway Daiquiri, the subtle flavor of the maraschino liqueur elevates it above the standard and the lack of grapefruit distinguishes it from the Hemingway. Overall, the La Floridita Daiquiri is pleasantly tart with a hint of the exotic. The La Floridita Daiquiri is recommended.

seventh heaven

Monday, December 31st, 2007

Homecracka Ed G sent me Vintage Spirits and Forgotten Cocktails for Christmas. Having some grapefruit left over from a Hemingway Daiquiri* and plenty of maraschino liqueur, the first drink I mixed was the Seventh Heaven. Despite the grapefruit juice, this drink is disgustingly sweet - I almost spit the first sip out. After determining I mixed the drink correctly, I tripled the amount of grapefruit juice. This modified version of the Seventh Heaven was basically an Aviation with grapefruit substituted for lemon. Still too sweet.

Like the television show, this cocktail sucks ass. The Seventh Heaven is not recommended.


* A Daiquiri for men, not the strawberry bitch drink served at abominations like TGI Fridays.


Friday, December 28th, 2007

This story starts, like most do, with recurring Propeller Skies character The Photographer. Or maybe it starts with Crunk B, who conned me into purchasing Der Pinguin. Or, the story could start with Paul Harrington and Laura Moorhead’s Cocktail: The Drinks Bible for the 21st Century*.

the set up

The Photogapher hooked a cracka up with a sweet cocktail shaker for Christmas. I anticipated mixing a few Martinis with it New Years Eve, while listening to music I want to hear and eating Cool Ranch Doritos in the comfort of my ghetto fabulous crib. So I stopped by Green’s for some supplies. Like every time for the last five years, I checked the liqueur shelf for maraschino liqueur. Could it be? Oh, hell, yes. Score! Maraschino liqueur was the last key ingredient** missing from my liquor cabinet. I had already obtained Plymouth Gin and more varieties of bitters*** than Atlanta has Peachtree Streets.

finally, the aviation

Made with only three ingredients, the Aviation is deceptively simple, yet mighty tasty. In the aforementioned volume, Mr. Harrington notes the Aviation has been described as a “Pixi Stix with a juniper aftertaste.” While not inaccurate, that description does not do the drink justice. Lemonade with a hint of cherry is more accurate. Tart and refreshing, The Aviation is Smoove as hell.


* Buy it, the book is worth the ducats. Of course I got mine while it was still in print for substantially less and will not be parting with it for any price.
** I am still looking for Amer Picon - if any readers know where to find it north of Macon, please leave a note in the comments.
*** Thanks to Ruthie for dragging one kind back from the frozen north.

southern tier brewing india pale ale

Thursday, October 25th, 2007

Alert readers have probably figured out by now that I love India Pale Ales (IPA) like Michael Vick loves dog fighting. Recurring readers have also probably figured out I like Southern Tier Brewing products. Therefore, alert and recurring Prizzo Skeezy readers would be right to conclude I should like Southern Tier’s IPA.

Southern Tier’s IPA is bigger than The Beatles. The scent reminds me of caramel and the taste is large fruity hops. Setting it all off is a subtle grapefruit flavor. Generally, I prefer the citrus notes in an IPA to kick my ass and take my name like my favorite dominatrix. However, the balance displayed in the Southern Tier IPA trumps that predilection.

Southern Tier India Pale Ale is smoove as hell and, obviously, highly recommended.

india pale ale shoot out

Sunday, October 14th, 2007

In need of an excuse to get my buzz on, I decided to compare three different India Pale Ales (IPA) to Loose Cannon, my reference IPA. Besides the crunktastic flavor, my favorite thing about Loose Cannon is that every sip reminds me of Elizabeth, the smokin’ hot blond Taco Mac bartender who served it to me the first time. For the attention span impaired, Buckeye Brewing’s Hippie IPA wins the shoot out.

Dogfish Head

From Delaware* comes Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA. This weak pathetic example of an IPA lacks bite. Although it features some pine flavor, the beer lacks the trademark bitterness of an IPA. I find the Dogfish Head IPA far too subtle and supremely disappointing. This beer reminds me of Titan IPA from Great Divide - full of promise, but ultimately lacking follow through. Folks on Beer Advocate seem to love it, so give it a taste in the interest of scientific inquiry.

Sierra Nevada

I like Sierra Nevada’s American Pale Ale. However, they completely fucked up their IPA. The brew starts out appropriately bitter, but then an overwhelming tea flavor takes over. What the fuck? I think the geniuses in Chico misunderstood the India part of IPA. Sierra Nevada India Pale Ale sucks more dick than Nickleback. I took the remaining five bottles to a party and unloaded them on unsuspecting suckers.

Buckeye Brewing

Participate. I have no idea what the hell that means. Mission accomplished. See my previous review of Buckeye Brewing IPA.


*Motto: Bigger than Rhode Island, bitches!

white russion valencia

Monday, May 28th, 2007

I considered the White Russian a girl drink until watching The Big Lebowski with Mizzo and Deezy. Although The Dude made White Russians cool, I felt the drink was rather pedestrian and ordinary. So, on a whim, I added two dashes of orange bitters and created the White Russian Valencia. This drink is mighty tasty, but requires perseverance to get drunk on.

hercules india pale ale fucking pwns

Tuesday, October 24th, 2006

Previously on Propeller Skies, I alluded to Old Chubb fucking your shit up. Hercules India Pale Ale (IPA) bends your shit over, nails it to a cross, and cornholes it like a priest going at an alter boy. I think Colorado is the promised land.

Hercules IPA is a fucking nuclear hops bomb*. After the hop explosion, an insanely powerful grapefruit flavor takes over and the beer finishes with a nice piney aftertaste. This is what an IPA should be. Great Divide Brewing Company has redeemed themselves with this beer.


* For the fucktard Republicans in the audience, that would be a nook-yoo-lur hops bomb.