A shot of news or fancy for the gentleman drinker. Pair with a long, cold beer & exclusive interview to yield a Boilermaker.
Zubrowka and Bizon fight for the bison grass crown. Is it a case of two being company? Or a crowd?
I hereby resolve never to sup again from a beer that is not canned, flat of top and bereft of ring pull or opening mechanism of any sort.
It’s funny the way ideas resonate simultaneously. Take this new range of singe estate gins from Master of Malt and a recent discussion on terroir. Dirt on the mind, it seems.
Whisky from the future. Now beer from the past. Is the scientific recreation of a 170 year old beer from remains found in a sunken ship foolish or fascinating?
So the folks at Ardbeg have packed some of their whisky-goodness into a rocket and fired it into space. No, really. And here are our humble thoughts on the whole crazy mission.
Across the hallowed bar top, spaketh the old guard, thou shalt not discuss matters of either politics, sport or religion. But what about when it comes to the liquid inside your glass?
RTDs come in all sorts of flavours and varieties: gin and tonics, bourbon and cokes, even pre-mixed Mojitos. But this? Why this is just pure Scotch. In a can. No, really.
Do It Yourself whisky blending? From the comfort of our own laptop? Whisky Blender, this could be love.
What do J.R.R. Tolkien, the British TV quiz show Mastermind, and craft beer have in common? The answer: Vikings. Yep, that’s right. There’s now Viking Beer. And it’s rather tasty.
Little satisfies the trend-trapper like a pocket of perfectly contained micro-trend. Especially when it occurs simultaneously on both sides of the Atlantic. Which delivers us to Bathtub Gin.
Who doesn’t look better in black? Darth Vader, Coco Chanel, Johnny Cash, 1950s feds…
Sidestepping the slight illusory sense of scale in this image, the growing trend for pre-bottled cold-brewed coffee has just gained another hero in our books.
There are times when anything less than an enormous Piña Colada, served in a hollowed out pineapple, would be frankly rude. Which is where Papa Jules’ new Mahiki Coconut Rum enters the game.
the usual Islay Scotches not peaty enough? Well now we have the latest Kilchoman expression – and apparently the first 100% Islay Scotch in 100 years.
As the skies turn a summer azul, a gentleman would be forgiven for thinking he was in the balmier climes of Cannes or Sicily. And Fevertree want to help you get there. Metaphorically.
This Eukranian brandy caught our eye recently – both for for the bottle’s old-school elegance and its conscious consideration of the requirements of the modern (drunken) homme du monde.
What’s not to love about Work Beer? Especially on a Monday morning?
First legendary mustachioed pornstars … and now murderous Eurasian’s are getting their own liquor.
The porn icon now has a rum. Need we say more?
New York has a long history of lending its name to cocktails. And now to cap it all off, Brooklyn is getting a vodka of its own. All of this while SF is getting up in cocktail arms.
We’re generally against flogging cocktail recipes, but this brief, delicious-looking video from Jamie Bodreau deserves a little attention.
For those who want to step into the world of vintage cocktails without the hard work, The Handmade Cocktail Company’s pre-bottled aged classics might be the answer.
As molecular gastronomy and mixology join the standard stable of techniques, some fabulous flavours and pairing are coming to light. But none perhaps more bizarre than breast milk ice-cream.
Modern Heritage hits the big whisky houses as the folks over at Glenmorangie release their latest expression: Glenmorangie Finealta.
What’s better than ginger beer? Why, booze and ginger beer of course. And what’s better than booze and ginger? The natural answer must surely be: boozey ginger beer. And ‘natural’ is the right word.
Off the back of their Funkin Fusion cocktail competition, those purveyors of pre-packaged purée purity release three intriguing new flavour combinations.
Self-serving oenomatics these most certainly ain’t. But bartenders, fear for your lives nevertheless. The end may well be nigh.