The other night, I cracked open a bottle of Laphroaig 10. It was a Christmas present from my mom. Though such a gift would normally be a sipping Scotch after dinner, something inside of me just wanted to have it while I was eating. From the first sip to the last, I was utterly blown…
They say, “Don’t judge a book by its cover”. Well, when you are about to walk into a bar and read a sign near the door saying, “Pledge allegiance or get the hell out!”, I think your mind would begin to form certain images. I was expecting to see a raucous crowd of old, white men…
There are some knock-offs that truly taste like their inspiration. Others are fruitless wannabees that tried in vain to be something they could never be. Kamora Coffee Liqueur manages to avoid the latter and taste almost identical to Kahlua. I was never a big drinker of coffee liqueur, but then Justin really got into White…
Tonight at Rumson’s Oceanic Free Library, I will be giving a talk on Bootlegging on the Jersey Shore. This was a shot of some of my research.
The night before my “History of Liquor” lecture, I had to get in the zone with some absinthe, the history of which is a large chunk of the class.
A lovely staged shot at the Strauss Mansion Museum.
A “bar caddy” I picked up at an antique store in Keyport to hold the stirrers that neither myself nor anyone else ever use.
I always pair Scotch with Indian food.
The day the sale of our house was finalized last month, I treated myself.
A shot from the most recent (and hopefully last) snowstorm of the season!
I’ll make sure to be over when my friend Lynn finally cracks open this bottle!
New house. New room. New piece of art for one of my walls. I have long been fascinated by vintage absinthe artwork, and this may be my favorite of them all.