#double rum cola

[awionetka]

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xavier ✩ moscow mule

45 ml vodka, 120 ml ginger beer, 10 ml fresh lime juice

by the sheer looks of the drink, you'd assume it to be rather simple, peaceful, maybe even a tad uneventful, served in an ordinary copper mug with lime as its sole garnish. however, one sip is all it takes to realise how fierce moscow mule truly is. sweet, spicy and everything in between, blended perfectly into an intense, yet oddly comforting cocktail that stays on your mind for days at end. might seem tame but is anything but!

zayne ❅ old fashioned

45 ml bourbon, 1 sugar cube, few dashes angostura bitters, few dashes plain water

treating yourself with something stable or just playing it safe? no matter your intentions, it takes less than a glass for old fashioned to show you that it's most definitely not called a classic for nothing. its mature, clean apparition is pleasantly enhanced by the innate sweetness of the drink, which might just convince you to stay around for a little longer. in the very end, it all comes down to the simplest things that can make your life a bit more sugary, no?

rafayel ♤ manhattan

50 ml rye whiskey, 20 ml sweet red vermouth, 1 dash angostura bitters

intense, fancy as they come and deliciously intricate. the sheer explosion of various flavours, complementing yet contradictive at the same time, all of it served in the most exquisite way possible – manhattan is bound to become your evening staple in no time. but be careful! much like a rose with all of its thorns intact, the sweet flirtatiousness of this drink comes with a bitter and prickly finish. are you sure you can handle all that?

sylus ♯ dirty martini

60 ml gin, 10 ml dry vermouth, green olives

you would have to search long and hard to find someone who's never heard of the undeniable classic – dirty martini. elegantly served and sporting a unique, truly sophisticated taste, as graceful as it looks, it might be a handful to those without the much needed experience. however, this savoury drink with a slight hint of saltiness might just be a pretty addition to your night out, as long as you're willing to accept that perhaps you are the one serving as the decorative piece.

caleb ➢ cuba libre

50 ml white rum, 120 ml cola, 10 ml fresh lime juice

sweet and sour, comforting and treacherous – this drink is filled with all the truly captivating contradictions. behind a wave of familiarity lurks a subtle note of something different, something that forces you to do a double take as you sip away. and while it may seem like a harmless, reliable companion, the second you allow cuba libre to catch you off guard, you end up right in its possessive embrace. or perhaps it's just protectiveness...?

[laswells-ashtray]

I love giving you my out of pocket questions.

Who do you think does and doesn't have a 'cat tongue', (from my understanding) it's people who can burn their tongue very easily on hot drinks. Like hot coffee or hot chocolate (my love) have to have ice added or be lukewarm to eliminate the risk of burning your taste buds off.

Hi I have a cat tongue and have scalded my taste buds off on many an occasion. 🙂‍↕️

Also who's go to drink would be what? Anyone's free game, mw, bo, Ghost's, all the funs.

Hmmm, making me think about stuff on a weekday and use my brain? Cruel, evil even.

John, but he refuses to try and do anything about it or help himself in any way, shape or form.

Mason. He will do something about it, not because of the burnt tongue but because of the amount of time he has accidentally bitten his own burnt tongue.

I know little about Ghosts, but Elias because I like the thought of Stephen Lang cursing in pain

Drinks-wise, I have opinions. I'm not going all alcohol despite how much I want to dissect their drinks tastes.

Kate's biggest shame to date is that she's an avid Mountain Dew enjoyed, always has been.

Sarah is a Dr Pepper person.

Rudy likes Cherry Cola.

Alejandro is peach scnapps for reasons I shall not explain to anyone but us.

John is a classic English man, it's a cuppa.

Simon is coffee, black as the makeup stained around his eyes.

Soap, need I say, is Irn Bru.

Nikolai, after that one stupid post I made, is often tempted by a Red Kola.

Gaz's silence can be bought with a raspberry lemonade Lucozade.

Graves, I know little on American drinks, but I will subject him to peach flavoured Faygo because I've said this one before.

Fight me on this, I think Makarov could be persuaded to enjoy raspberry tea on the rare chance he'd ever try it. Raspberry tea, a hit off of a decent vape and getting his cock sucked could lower his stress significantly. Where's Nolan when you need him?!

Woods likes spiced rum, don't ask me why but it fits.

Mason enjoys a double of whatever is the strongest after dealing with the above for years.

Adler's is blue label.

[idontknowreallywhy]

An Eyebrow-Razing Incident?

Part 3

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Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Virgil may have gone to the dark side…

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Admittedly leaving the broken apart kiln open to the elements while he ran back to the villa to announce that The Barbecue would be today, at lunchtime and then not returning to it until after his flight to the mainland for urgent meat supplies was… a tactical error.

One of their frequent three-minute tropical rainstorms had dumped its load on the island in his absence. Perhaps he’d have made it back in time if he hadn’t made a detour to pick up a vat of heavy duty antihistamine cream for his itchy, well, Everything.

As it was, the beautiful black gold was more than a little dampened by the experience and for several minutes, so was its creator.

To add further insult, the devilish little creature, or creatures had even snacked on the skin beneath his eyebrows and ever since desperately rubbing the cream into those the hairs just weren’t lying flat as they should. And that made him itch almost as much as the bites did.

After precisely applying the Jeff Tracy fix to the errant pile of fuel and getting black dust all over his TBTwo-green bootlaces, Virgil got a grip of himself.

Even damp fuel could be persuaded into flame with enough accelerant. The show would go on and nobody need know.

He loaded up a sack of coal and hefted it to his shoulder like a particularly miserly Santa.

It had to be a food grade accelerant, though. Rocket fuel had a certain… tang…to it that even that spray on taste-bud torturer wouldn’t conceal. Grandma would be on to him quick as a flash.

No. He had to be cunning about this. What would Grandpa have done?

Ethanol was flammable…

At high enough concentration anyway, about 80% should do it. Pity none of them were habitual vodka drinkers. Well, maybe only for current purposes.

The craft beer wasn’t strong enough. And Virgil had plans for that which didn’t involve throwing it on a fire.

Gordon’s tropical-flavoured rum collection was more sugar and water than alcohol. Similar story re Alan’s alcopops.

Scott… Scott had whisky. Cask strength. Expensive.

Very expensive.

But also very flammable…

He deposited the sack next to the newly constructed, gas-free, poolside barbecue.

It was a terrible idea. Big brother would kill him if he found out.

But Grandma’s disappointed face would kill him more slowly and painfully.

His heart told him she would forgive him in time and that he should just come clean.

His itchy eyebrows said BURN IT ALL.

He scratched at them again. Three perfect dark hairs came off on his fingertips.

Horrified, he applied more cream then stashed the tub back in his pocket before strolling casually into the house, grabbed a large bottle of cola from the kitchen and sauntered past the rest of his beloved family who were huddled together in the lounge bickering over a notebook of some kind.

So focussed was Virgil on appearing natural he didn’t realise until after he was halfway up the stairs that Gordon had slammed the notebook closed as he’d entered, and had had a look of intense innocence on his face.

And Scott… his bestest big bro Scooter, who had been a fraction slower to achieve the nothing-to-see-here expression, had been clutching a fistful of hundred dollar bills.

Those only ever made an appearance for two reasons:

Either Virgil was missing an 11am poker session, or Gordon was taking bets on whether he was going to pull this off.

And Scott was betting against him.

Virgil wasn’t offended in the slightest. But his eyebrows screamed for vengeance.

Virgil waited for the bickering to recommence before quietly doubling back and sneaking his way into his way into Dad’s office. That was where Scott hid the really good stuff.

Sure enough, in a small cabinet in the corner were four beautifully sculpted glass bottles. Only the smallest amount missing from the first, it didn’t come out often, and so it wasn’t safe to take that one. Instead he eased the bottle from the very back and studied it. It whispered to him in numbers with too many zeros.

Pffft, Mr Billionaire of the Year could afford another when he eventually noticed.

But if Virgil walked past with the ornate bottle he’d notice rather too soon.

He had a plan for that though.

Unfortunately there was no sink in here so Virgil downed one and a half litres of sickly sweet caffeine before inflicting the last quarter on a slightly dry-looking pot plant.

Bleugh.

The speed and steadiness with which he decanted the whisky would have earned him a surgical scholarship on the spot.

The glass bottle was returned to the cabinet. The cola bottle was stripped of its paper label and a new one proclaiming “Bessie’s Artisinal All-Natural BBQ lighter fluid” in a somewhat hurried calligraphic script was stuck in its place.

The Perfect Crime.

Next Step: The Perfect Barbecue.

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[bearcina]

Fallout Fanfic Masterlist

Here's a collection of all my Fallout fanfics, which i primarily post on AO3.

I write primarily for New Vegas, and my favorite duo-- Yes Man and Courier Six, Elisavet Damia.

Elisavet is a high CHA/LCK split Courier with Logan's Loophole as her primary trait. Her tagged skills are Energy Weapons, Science, Sneak, and Speech. because i obviously like pain.

She's prone to getting herself into tough situations by being incredibly curious and nosy, and needing to smooth talk her way out... or learn to behave and outsmart her opponent, even if it's herself.

(Post with some art!) (Info sheet on her build. perks, traits, and gear!)

Warm Nuka-Cola and Burning Rads (AO3). Mature.

Drabble collection about Elisavet, previous courier for the Mojave Express, and her adventures running New Vegas in the wake of a job gone wrong… …Or was it actually the lucky break she needed?

Safe (AO3) (Tumblr). Gen.

There's only one being in the whole Mojave Wasteland that makes her feel safe. What a special thing that feeling is. Maybe revelations like that only come on the edge of death. If it happened here, she would be at peace.

Double Shot of Rum and Sunset Sarsaparilla (AO3) Explicit. (Tumblr Pt. 1) (Tumblr Pt. 2)

Elisavet and Yes Man make quite the powerful team, if not an unusual one. Elisavet was charismatic, perceptive, and even somewhat intelligent when she wasn't busy drowning her stresses and sorrows in chems. Yes Man was smart, funny, and definitely a delight to have around, and Elisavet loved it. But one day, the young scientist realizes just how deep her feelings for him ran… so she runs from them.

BONUS CONTENT

@elis-radio if you want to see all my ramblings about Elisavet and my Fallout tabletop campaign!

[trekwiz]

I really wanted to make a rum and cola cake. @ovenroastedtwerkey is the baker between us, and he helped me out.

We used a boxed spice cake, but replaced the 1 cup of water with 3/4 cup of Kraken spiced rum, and 1/4 cup water.

I made this cola flavored frosting. But the soda flavor was very light, so I doubled it. (Also, obviously using a store brand. Fuck Coca Cola and Pepsi.) It was still light, so if we do this again, I may need to get a cola extract or syrup to supplement it.

It's really good!!

[tales-of-the-shrike]

*News Broadcast*

“It has now been nine nights of terror for the upper class. CEO’s, politicians, actors, have all been found stabbed to death with multiple wounds. According the police and FBI, these are simply copycat assassinations and with the help of the Secret Service and Homeland Security, they assure us the monster responsible will be brought to justice.”

The hero limps out of the early August heat and into the bar, the rattle of a pill bottle in his pocket and euphoria in his head. Tossing a cheap coaster onto the bar, the bartender asks with a friendly smile, “What can I get ya, hon?”

“Double shot of rum and a glass of diet cola.”

Just then, a wispy male voice asked for the same, slyly looking at the hero, “My treat, and I insist. You look as though you could use a few more drinks than that,” he said, motioning to the bartender for his bottle of rum. With a wry grin, he added, “Let me guess, you want to be ‘left the fuck alone.’”

“You know, I welcome a distraction, especially if you’re buying.”

“Top shelf, ‘Loptr’, if you will. One glass of this and you’ll be a new man. Fair warning, I can be a little garrulous after a few shots, but something tells me you won’t mind.”

The two men sat in silence for a bit, the stranger sipping his rum and cola, the hero throwing shots back like some sort of idiot cowboy.

“So... what seems to be the source of your misfortune?” the stranger's tone carrying an air of sympathy.

Feeling the emptiness on his left ring finger, the hero threw back another shot. “You know, talking about anything but my problems would feel pretty fucking good right now.”

The sly stranger kept him talking far longer than the hero would have liked. Their conversation ranged from the practical to the spiritual, from science to magic.

Looking inquisitively at the hero, the stranger asked, “I notice your pendant, a comics fan?”

“What? No, I mean yes, but this isn’t related. I’m a heathen; this is more or less to show my faith in the gods, not any particular devotion to Thor.”

“What are you devoted to?” The cherry on his cigarette looked like a flame dancing in his eyes.

“Balance, I guess. Trying to find harmony with the world. I think we’ve all lost our way and are more concerned with profit than giving back to the land. Don’t get me started; I could rage about capitalism and environmentalism till last call.”

Taking his last swallow, the stranger said, “I truly hope I alleviated some of your sorrow. Before we part ways...” He reached his hand out to the hero, giving him a little hand-carved spider. “It may seem foolish, but this has helped me in times of need, and I think it could be of use to you in your journeys.”

Struggling to stand straight, the hero accepted the trinket. As he put it into his pocket, it felt cool as ice and almost seemed to vibrate with energy. Staggering to the door, he thanked the stranger for the gift, conversation, and rum. He waited for his ride to show as the stranger seemed to disappear down the alley.

Limping his way to the bench, the hero reflected on the evening’s events and how things could have been so much worse. His knee ached, and the alcohol was doing little to ease the pain. He had held off as long as he could and reasoned he’d earned an extra pill or two. The familiar feeling of exhaustion washed over him as the night cooled and he waited for his ride.

The hero’s rideshare, a grey van, pulled up to the curb, and the window rolled down.

“The hero? Hop on in!” the grizzled driver said, tapping the dash. “This horse here can take you anywhere you want to go. She moves so fast you’d think she had eight wheels,” he added with a laugh.

“Thanks. I guess I got a little too drunk,” the hero mumbled as he climbed in.

“Ah. Celebrating, or...?”

Unusually chatty, the hero shook his head. “No, I, um... my marriage is over. I’m just trying to process this shit.”

The driver’s tone shifted abruptly. “I’m gonna be frank with you—I don’t care. Not in the slightest. I’m only here for a transaction.”

“Then why even fuckin’ ask?” the hero snapped.

“Well, you see, I just don’t have time to waste. I’m here to make a deal. I give you abilities you’ve dreamed about, and you give me what I want in return. Death.”

“Let me out, or I’m stomping a mudhole in your ass,” the hero growled.

Feigning shock, the driver put a hand to his chest. “My dear lord! Let me pull over and let you out!” His grin widened as he slammed on the accelerator. The streetlamps turned into streaks of light, buildings blurred into smears, and the traffic seemed to freeze.

“I said—”

“I know, I know. ‘Let you out, or the mudhole.’ Settle down, Stone Cold,” the driver said mockingly, dripping with sarcasm. He continued taunting the hero until they finally reached a dense forest.

The hero stumbled out, trying to catch his bearings. The noises in the forest were unnatural, sending shivers up his spine.

“Where are we?” he demanded.

The driver stepped out, his demeanor shifting. “Even though I’m known as a bit of a trickster—well, I used to be—I’ll be blunt with you. I’m Odin. In a drunken stupor years ago, you dedicated yourself to me. Now, I’m here to collect.”

“What? My life?” the hero asked, his voice shaking.

“Ha! If I wanted your life, I’d have it already. Foolish boy. I want your service. Among many things, I’m a friend to death, war, wisdom, and more. You are to be my weapon. The world has fallen out of balance—something I know you hold dear. You’re going to help me restore that balance.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” the hero scoffed. “I’m old, broken down, a Vicodin addict. I get freaked out by crowds and loud noises. What the fuck could I possibly offer?”

Odin’s hand shot out, grabbing the hero by the throat. His voice became a growl. “I told you... I. Will. Give. You. Abilities. You’ve. Dreamed. Of.”

He dragged the hero through the forest, his appearance shifting between various forms as he ranted.

“Do me a favor,” Odin said as he leaned the hero against a tree. “Hold this.”

With one swift motion, Odin pierced the hero’s chest with a spear, pinning him to the tree without killing him.

“For nine days and nights, you’ll hang here. You’ll suffer. You’ll transform into something useful to me. Suffer well.” he said with a grin.

Wolves wander the wilderness, wildly waiting, wondering when their meal will fall from the tree. Insects gnaw at the hero's wound while his mind traverses the realms. The horrors he saw were unspeakable; the pain he felt, unimaginable. But on the ninth night, the hero fell from the tree, landing on his hands and knees. He rose with a new vigor—his former pain vanished. He saw clearly in the darkness and heard things no man should be able to hear. He was now as much an animal as he was a man, a "wolf of Odin," ready for war.

“I see you made it... Day six was sketchy. Didn’t think you’d pull through, but my boy is a fighter!” Odin cackled.

“Call me your boy again, and I’ll gnaw your throat out,” the hero said with icy calm.

“Oh my! Don’t make me humble you. You may be strong now, but you’re no god... my boy.” Odin lunged at the hero, lifting him by the throat, reminding him of his place.

Setting the hero down, he turned to his bag and removed two knives, tossing them to the hero. The hero instinctively caught them by the handles.

“Made ofrtrsd Gungnir. I had the dwarves fashion the scale into daggers. They’ll cut through anything, can be thrown with precision far beyond what you’re capable of now, and they’ll return to your hands in an instant. With these, you’ll harvest the best of the warriors for me. My Einherjar need replenishing since all these bullets and bombs don’t seem to be sending anything my way.” Rolling his eyes, he added, “Who would have thought fighting without honor would mean none of these cunts make it to Valhalla?”

“That’s what I’m to do? Harvest warriors for your war? What do I get out of this?”

“You, my boy, get to live.”

An explosion of ravens burst from Odin, swarming toward the hero. He shielded his face, and when the flurry passed, Odin was gone.

Sirens screamed in the twilight as muzzle flashes lit the shadows like strobe lights.

In a darkened NYC police department, alarms blared, nearly drowned out by gunfire and the occasional plea for mercy. Unaware of the nature of their attacker, the police regrouped, leaving their wounded behind in hopes of slowing the assault. They had no such luck.

Near their armory, they dug in for a last stand. Lights flickered as one officer, a former soldier, began barking orders. His military training served him well as he set up a bottleneck to neutralize the attackers' numbers.

The flickering lights slowed until the room was plunged into darkness. The officers aimed at the door, unaware of the purple-and-black-clad figure gripping the walls in the corner near the ceiling. Dropping silently into the shadows, the leather-clad stalker cut and sliced his way through the department. The officers’ cries for help were drowned out by alarms and gunfire.

Down to the final cop, the hero stalked him as he futilely crawled to safety. The hero stabbed the officer in the back of the leg, pinning him to the ground. Like a wolf, he lunged at the downed man. Grabbing him by the helmet and pulling his head back, he whispered, “Tell everyone what you saw. Tell them true justice is here. Let them know the Shrike is here.”

Before knocking the officer out, the Shrike carved a runic word into the cop’s forehead with his blade tip, then disappeared into the night.

[mixergiltron]

A spoonful of medicine helps the sugar go down.

Your Uncle Giltron has been broadening his palette,and my latest mixer has been Fernet-Branca. I don't generally go for bitter,but I wound up getting a bottle to try and found that it's actually quite good when mixed properly. And I'm in good company on this. In many bars,the 'bartender's handshake' is a shot of Fernet. And the national drink of Argentina is Fernet con Coca,Fernet-Branca mixed with Coca-Cola. In fact,they go so crazy for it down there,that 75% of Fernet’s supply is exported to Argentina! 45 million Argentinians and 700,000 bartenders can't be wrong,so let's find out more about this classic elixir.

Fernet is a kind of amaro(Italian for 'bitter'),which are bittersweet herbal liqueurs used to aid in digestion. Campari,Aperol,and Averna are also famous amaros. It was invented in Milan in 1845 by a self-taught herbalist named Bernardino Branca. He was trying to create an natural remedy for cholera. It was marketed as a pick-me-up and as a cure for worms,fever,the aforementioned cholera,and even for menstrual pain and states of anxiety. Well I don't know about all of that,but at 39% it's liquor-grade,so if you drink enough it'll do something for you. It’s still made just outside of Milan and follows the original recipe of 27 ingredients,most of which remain a secret but are rumored to include Chinese rhubarb,quinine,chocolate,saffron, and even myrrh. Since 1886,the company has been publishing annual calendars with works by well-known artists. The famous eagle-and-globe logo was designed in 1893 by Leopoldo Metlicovitz. On the 5th of March,1876,a Fernet-Branca ad appeared in the first ever edition of what would become Italy’s main national newspaper,Il Corriere della Sera. Almost immediately,doctors,head physicians,and directors of care homes began praising the recipe,leading to Fernet-Branca's immense popularity.

So without further ado,let's try some of this 'medicinal compound'.

Mix #287 Black Sea Swizzle

1oz rhum agricole blanc* 1/2oz light overproof rum** 1/2oz Benedictine 1/2oz lime juice 1/2oz passionfruit syrup float Fernet-Branca

Add everything except Fernet to a tall glass with ice and swizzle. Top with 1/4-1/2oz Fernet.

*I used Duquesne. **I used Wray & Nephew.

From the blog Cocktail Virgin Slut comes a drink that's super funky and herbal with good kick. If you dig the funk,you'll like this.

Mix #288 The Mutineer's Gambit

3/4oz rhum agricole vieux 3/4oz dark Jamaican rum 1/2oz Fernet-Branca 3/4oz pineapple juice 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz ginger syrup 1/2oz 2:1 simple syrup dash Angostura bitters

Shake or blend everything except Fernet. Pour into tall glass and top with Fernet.

Created by mixologist Justin Oliver,this is very herbal and a bit bitter with ginger burn on the end. There's also a good bit of funk and the Wray gave it some kick. A good drink for bitter and funk fans.

Mix #289 Tenebrism

1.5oz dark Jamaican rum 1/2oz 'funky' Jamaican rum* 1oz white grapefruit juice 1oz pineapple juice 1/2oz lemon juice 1/2oz cinnamon syrup 1/8oz Fernet-Branca 8 drops Absinthe dash Angostura bitters

Blend with 6oz ice and pour into double rocks glass.

*Per suggestion,I used Wray & Nephew.

Mixologist Craig Hermann brings us a very flavorful and complex drink. There's a mix of citrus and herbal with cinnamon burn on the end. I used Wray & Nephew for the 'funky' rum per a suggestion on Facebook,and that gave it a good kick. I liked it. An interesting drink for folks who want to try something different.

Mix #290 Oh Captain My Captain

1oz Plantation Stiggins' pineapple rum 1oz Plantation OFTD rum 1/2oz Smith & Cross rum 1/2oz falernum 1/2oz lime juice 1/2oz lemon juice 1/2oz cinnamon syrup 1 tsp Fernet-Branca 6 drops absinthe

Flash blend or shake with ice. Pour into Zombie glass. Fill with crushed ice.

I shook this mixing from bartender Chad Austin. Very herbal with a cinnamon burn on the end and plenty of kick. Kind of a Fernet Zombie.

Mix #291 The Alligator

2oz Fernet-Branca 1/2oz orange curacao 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz cinnamon syrup

Shake with ice and strain into double old fashioned glass over a large rock of ice.

Brent Falco currently works for a gin company,and can whip up a proper Tiki drink. This is a challenging drink;you need to like Fernet to like this(I did). Very herbal,a touch bitter,with cinnamon burn on the end. If you liked the Mutineer's Gambit,you'll dig this.

Mix #292 Sea Beast

1.5oz Clement Rhum Agricole VSOP 3/4oz Fernet-Branca 3/4oz lime juice 3/4oz passionfruit syrup 1/2oz simple syrup

Shake with ice and strain into highball glass with fresh ice. Top with grated nutmeg.

From Brad Smith at bar Latitude 29,this is sweet and herbal with plenty of funk and some spice from the nutmeg. Quite nice.

Mix #293 Beehive

1oz Appleton Estate Signature 1/2oz Smith & Cross 1/2oz Fernet-Branca 3/4oz lime juice 3/4oz honey syrup

Shake with ice and strain into coupe glass.

Created by Brandon Bramhall at Attaboy in NYC(named best bar in North America 2022),this starts sweet,then the herbal and bitter kick in. The S&C gives it good kick. I liked the way the drink consistently shifted from sweet to herbal.

Mix #294 Summer Strychnine

2oz Smith & Cross 3/4oz Fernet-Branca 1/4oz Green Chartreuse 1oz lime juice 1oz simple syrup

Shake with ice and strain into rocks glass with fresh ice.

Our final round comes from Sandy Levine at Oakland Art Novelty Company. Very herbal and a touch bitter,it's quite strong. Bitter fans will dig this.

So pick up a bottle of Fernet and make a couple cocktails. Doctors said it was good for ya!

[pinkstripedspidersins]

What's their McDonalds order?

"I can't let Val know if I'm gonna get somethin from a place like dat. But if I can sneak it, I like me a big ol double bacon cheeseburger wit' all d' works, an' some of dem fries - extra crispy! An' jus' enough cola t' top off a fifth of rum...an' maybe one a dem apple pie things."

His stomach growled and he pouted loudly. "An' now I'm hungry...thanks a lot."

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Kakia (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Neon Vice by the people of Olympius

Kia by her boyfriend & friends

Age- 30 (immortal)

Location- Mania district, New Olympus

Personality- She personally describes herself as a "filthy soul with an even filthier mouth." She's vain, cunning, manipulative, and a non-conformist. Despite her outward persona, she's been in a serious relationship.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess. As the goddess of vice & moral wrongdoing her other powers/abilities include being able to shapeshift into a person's temptation, having an innate sense of a person's vice/bad habit, inducing some to curse (temporarily), limited pyrokinesis (her fire burns dark violet), limited umbrakinesis, as well as being able to induce someone to commit a crime or a sin (seven deadly sins).

Other members of her immediate family includes her older brother Phonos (god of murder) as well as her younger sister Androktasia (Andi) (goddess of battlefield slaughter).

Kia lives in a penthouse apartment in the Mania neighborhood of New Olympus. The color scheme is black, violet, & scarlet red. There's neon light fixtures and leather furniture with lots of framed gothic artwork covering the walls.

She also spends time with her boyfriend at his mansion in Sparta.

Kakia loves listening to rock, darkwave, rap, electronic, hip-hop, and heavy metal music. She’s a big fan of the bands Death Theater & Dissonance Machine.

Notable physical features include her long raven hair, her many tattoos covering most of her back, neck, & all of her arms, as well as a black opal belly button ring.

Kia has a pet dragon- a boy named Drago. He's a muscular beast of deep dark-green scales, gunmetal black wings, and orange eyes. Drago is her primary mode of transportation. She named him after Draco (god of dragons).

A go-to drink for her is a rubytini. She also likes beer, cosmopolitans, negronis, bloody marys, rum & cokes, manhattans, red wine, cranberry juice, p*rn star cocktails, cola, pomegranate juice, black martinis, and purple haze cocktails. Usuals from The Roasted Bean is a medium iced tea & an olympian sized dark chocolate mocha latte.

Kakia’s favorite colors are red, purple, and black.

She recreationally uses pot, lotus dust, and Black Ice- the latter being a drug originated from the Underworld. Kakia also smokes cigarettes.

A notable moment in her godly career was when she aided Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning) and the rest of the Olympians with the punishment of Tantalus, one of the most notorious prisoners in Tartarus.

Kakia is fluent in Serpentis. She just loves how effortlessly cool & sexy the gorgons sound whenever they curse.

She loves her brother & sister even though collectively they haven't been close in years. Whenever she travels to the Underworld to visit them, Kakia often feels like the third wheel because of their close bond.

Kakia loves when an article of clothing can double as a weapon. There’s a lot of spiky stiletto heels in her closet.

A typical breakfast for her is a bowl of Golly Grains chocolate crunch cereal. She also likes the spicy breakfast burrito with sweet potato home fries from The Hearthside Diner.

Kakia loves snacking on hot cinnamon hard candies and gummies.

She’s been with Alastor (god of blood feuds & vengeance) for a few years. They've been thinking about getting a place together in the Underworld. They have also partaken in a particular favorite vice of hers- being intimate in public. They once did it on the king's throne during a Summer Solstice Ball. Kakia also loves Alastor’s borscht.

For a means of income, she sometimes helps a few of the law & justice deities as well as law enforcement- getting into the mind of criminals and helping a bit with the interrogations.

The most ultimate guilty pleasure for Kakia is spicy food- the spicier, the better. Some of her favorite things include the inferno burger with olympian sized cajun fries from Olympic Chef, an olympian sized pizza pie (topped with jalapenos, chilies, & ghost peppers), her boyfriend’s pierogies, as well as the spicy tuna rolls from The Ocean Roll.

Her favorite frozen treat is the Cocktails on Ice tequila hot chocolate ice cream.

For other work she also models for/endorses Hot Intoxication- the cosmetics brand of Methe (goddess of drunkenness); loves the lipstick shades black brandy and dusty rosè, atelier fantaisie, Delicious Xtasy & Heavenly Spark as well as being a spokesperson for Plutopack- the cigarette brand of Hades (god of the dead).

In the pantheon Kakia is friends with Adikia (goddess of injustice), Koros (god of surfeit & disdain), Palaestra (goddess of wrestling), Momus (god of mockery, satire, & ridicule), Dyssebeia (goddess of ungodliness & impiety), Palioxis (goddess of backrush & retreat), Oizys (goddess of anxiety, misery, & depression), Enyo (goddess of war, destruction, bloodlust, & devastation), Pannychis (goddess of nightlife festivities), Atë (goddess of mischief, ruin, blind folly, delusion, & downfall of heroes), Lyssa (goddess of rage & frenzy), Keres (goddess of violent death), Mania (goddess of insanity), Limos (goddess of starvation & famine), Hybris (goddess of insolence, hubris, & reckless pride), The Furies, Aisa (goddess of lot & fate), Dione, The Gray Sisters, Philotes (goddess of intimacy, friendship, & affection), Menoetius (Titan god of rage, violence, & rash actions), and Apate (goddess of fraud & deception).

She thinks that Eusebeia (Bea) (goddess of piety, loyalty, duty, & filial respect) and Pistis (goddess of trust, reliability, & good faith) are anal goody two-shoes.

Outside the pantheon, she has lots of friends who are maenads!

The Dionysia is her absolute favorite holiday.

Kakia’s also a writer of dark romance books. A lot of her works have major criminal elements. One such work is her dark romance series Tastes Like Blood- which follows a couple who are also serial killers. Kia doesn't care about how the critics find her work "problematic." In her opinion, fantasy should never be censored.

A couple of years ago, Kia was surprised when she was asked to participate in the La Petit Amour/Diamond Ave. crossover runway show during New Olympus Fashion Week. She strutted down the catwalk wearing the Black Diamond Fantasy Bra- which was adorned with nearly 3,900 stunning gems including black diamonds, white diamonds, and rubies. Weighing in at 1,500 carats the bra is valued at 5 million drachmas.

Her all time favorite meal is spicy bucatini arrabbiata.

In her free time, Kakia loves doing graffiti art, getting a new tattoo or piercing, lava surfing, riding her dragon, clubbing, mixed martial arts, watching TV, and boxing.

"The only crime I commit is looking good!"

[stories-of-the-shrike]

*News Broadcast*

"We are now entering the ninth night of terror for the nation’s elite. High-profile figures, including CEOs, politicians, and actors, have been found brutally murdered, each victim suffering multiple stab wounds. In a chilling development, investigators have discovered mysterious runic symbols carved into the walls at the scenes of the crimes. Law enforcement agencies, including the FBI, are treating these incidents as the work of copycat killers. With the involvement of the Secret Service and Homeland Security, authorities are confident that those responsible for these heinous and ritualistic crimes will soon be brought to justice. We will continue to follow this story as it develops."

One month ago....

The hero limps out of the early August heat and into the bar, the rattle of a pill bottle in his pocket and euphoria in his head. Tossing a cheap coaster onto the bar, the bartender asks with a friendly smile, “What can I get ya, hon?”

“Double shot of rum and a glass of diet cola.”

Just then, a wispy male voice asked for the same, slyly looking at the hero, “My treat, and I insist. You look as though you could use a few more drinks than that,” he said, motioning to the bartender for his bottle of rum. With a wry grin, he added, “Let me guess, you want to be ‘left the fuck alone.’”

“You know, I welcome a distraction, especially if you’re buying.”

“Top shelf, ‘Loptr’, if you will. One glass of this and you’ll be a new man. Fair warning, I can be a little garrulous after a few shots, but something tells me you won’t mind.”

The two men sat in silence for a bit, the stranger sipping his rum and cola, the hero throwing shots back like some sort of idiot cowboy.

“So... what seems to be the source of your misfortune?” the stranger's tone carrying an air of sympathy.

Feeling the emptiness on his left ring finger, the hero threw back another shot. “You know, talking about anything but my problems would feel pretty fucking good right now.”

The sly stranger kept him talking far longer than the hero would have liked. Their conversation ranged from the practical to the spiritual, from science to magic.

Looking inquisitively at the hero, the stranger asked, “I notice your pendant, a comics fan?”

“What? No, I mean yes, but this isn’t related. I’m a heathen; this is more or less to show my faith in the gods, not any particular devotion to Thor.”

“What are you devoted to?” The cherry on his cigarette looked like a flame dancing in his eyes.

“Balance, I guess. Trying to find harmony with the world. I think we’ve all lost our way and are more concerned with profit than giving back to the land. Don’t get me started; I could rage about capitalism and environmentalism till last call.”

Taking his last swallow, the stranger said, “I truly hope I alleviated some of your sorrow. Before we part ways...” He reached his hand out to the hero, giving him a little hand-carved spider. “It may seem foolish, but this has helped me in times of need, and I think it could be of use to you in your journeys.”

Struggling to stand straight, the hero accepted the trinket. As he put it into his pocket, it felt cool as ice and almost seemed to vibrate with energy. Staggering to the door, he thanked the stranger for the gift, conversation, and rum. He waited for his ride to show as the stranger seemed to disappear down the alley.

Limping his way to the bench, the hero reflected on the evening’s events and how things could have been so much worse. His knee ached, and the alcohol was doing little to ease the pain. He had held off as long as he could and reasoned he’d earned an extra pill or two. The familiar feeling of exhaustion washed over him as the night cooled and he waited for his ride.

The hero’s rideshare, a grey van, pulled up to the curb, and the window rolled down.

“The hero? Hop on in!” the grizzled driver said, tapping the dash. “This horse here can take you anywhere you want to go. She moves so fast you’d think she had eight wheels,” he added with a laugh.

“Thanks. I guess I got a little too drunk,” the hero mumbled as he climbed in.

“Ah. Celebrating, or...?”

Unusually chatty, the hero shook his head. “No, I, um... my marriage is over. I’m just trying to process this shit.”

The driver’s tone shifted abruptly. “I’m gonna be frank with you—I don’t care. Not in the slightest. I’m only here for a transaction.”

“Then why even fuckin’ ask?” the hero snapped.

“Well, you see, I just don’t have time to waste. I’m here to make a deal. I give you abilities you’ve dreamed about, and you give me what I want in return. Death.”

“Let me out, or I’m stomping a mudhole in your ass,” the hero growled.

Feigning shock, the driver put a hand to his chest. “My dear lord! Let me pull over and let you out!” His grin widened as he slammed on the accelerator. The streetlamps turned into streaks of light, buildings blurred into smears, and the traffic seemed to freeze.

“I said—”

“I know, I know. ‘Let you out, or the mudhole.’ Settle down, Stone Cold,” the driver said, dripping with sarcasm. He continued taunting the hero until they finally reached a dense forest.

The hero stumbled out, trying to catch his bearings. The noises in the forest were unnatural, sending shivers up his spine.

“Where are we?” he demanded.

The driver stepped out, his demeanor shifting. “Even though I’m known as a bit of a trickster—well, I used to be—I’ll be blunt with you. I’m Odin. In a drunken stupor years ago, you dedicated yourself to me. Now, I’m here to collect.”

“What? My life?” the hero asked, his voice shaking.

“Ha! If I wanted your life, I’d have it already. Foolish boy. I want your service. Among many things, I’m a friend to death, war, wisdom, and more. You are to be my weapon. The world has fallen out of balance—something I know you hold dear. You’re going to help me restore that balance.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” the hero scoffed. “I’m a middle aged, broken down, addict. I get freaked out by crowds and loud noises. What the fuck could I possibly offer?”

Odin’s hand shot out, grabbing the hero by the throat. His voice became a growl. “I told you... I. Will. Give. You. Abilities. You’ve. Dreamed. Of.”

He dragged the hero through the forest, his appearance shifting between various forms as he ranted.

“Do me a favor,” Odin said as he leaned the hero against a tree. “Hold this.”

With one swift motion, Odin pierced the hero’s side with a spear, pinning him to the tree without killing him.

“For nine days and nights, you’ll hang here. You’ll discover agony. You’ll transform into something useful to me. Suffer well.” he said with a grin.

Wolves wander the wilderness, wildly waiting, wondering when their meal will fall from the tree. Insects gnaw at the hero's wound while his mind traverses the realms. The horrors he saw were unspeakable; the pain he felt, unimaginable. But on the ninth night, the hero fell from the tree, landing on his hands and knees. He rose with a new vigor—his former pain vanished. He saw clearly in the darkness and heard things no man should be able to hear. He was now as much an animal as he was a man, a "wolf of Odin," ready for war.

“I see you made it... Day six was sketchy. Didn’t think you’d pull through, but my boy is a fighter!” Odin cackled.

“Call me your boy again, and I’ll gnaw your throat out,” the hero said with icy calm.

“Oh my! Don’t make me humble you. You may be strong now, but you’re no god... my boy.” Odin lunged at the hero, lifting him by the throat, reminding him of his place.

Setting the hero down, he turned to his bag and removed two knives, tossing them to the hero. The hero instinctively caught them by the handles.

“Made of the forge scale from Gungnir. I had the dwarves fashion the scale into daggers. They’ll cut through anything, can be thrown with precision far beyond what you’re capable of now, and they’ll return to your hands in an instant. With these, you’ll harvest the best of the warriors for me. My Einherjar need replenishing since all these bullets and bombs don’t seem to be sending anything my way.” Rolling his eyes, he added, “Who would have thought fighting without honor would mean none of these cunts make it to Valhalla?”

“That’s what I’m to do? Harvest warriors for your war? What do I get out of this?”

“You, my boy, get to live.”

An explosion of ravens burst from Odin, swarming toward the hero. He shielded his face, and when the flurry passed, he was gone.

The Shrike, wearing a disguise went on tour of the larger police station in the city, becoming familiar with the area of his soon to be conquest. Like most detention centeres, it was layeed out in a hub with the command being at the center of the building. As the Shrike took the tour, he traced runes and bindrunes on the walls with his fingers, leaving not a trace, some defensive, some offensive, runes to weakin, runes to strengthen. That evening he returned....

Sirens screamed in the twilight as muzzle flashes lit the shadows like strobe lights. In a darkened cities police department, alarms blared, nearly drowned out by gunfire and flashbang. Chasing the Shrike through the station, they fired shot after shot at him, all missing as if Thor himself protected the hero until a particularly season officer took his time, breathing in and squeezing as he exhaled. BLAM!!! The shot screamed out and the Shrike groaned in agony “We got the son of a bitch, boys!!” Tracking the blood of their soon to be victim, they chased him through the stations corredors; spells erupting from walls and ceilings, covering police in rubble, burning them, impaling them, all by his intention.

The flickering lights slowed until the city jails command center was plunged into darkness. The officers aimed at the door remaining door, unaware of the purple-and-black-clad figure gripping the walls in the corner near the ceiling. Dropping silently into the shadows, the leather-clad Shrike cut and sliced his way through the department. The officers’ cries for help were drowned out by alarms and gunfire.

Down to the final cop, the hero stalked him as he futilely crawled to safety. The hero stabbed the officer in the back of the leg, pinning him to the ground. Like a wolf, he lunged at the downed man. Grabbing him by the helmet and pulling his head back, he whispered, “Tell everyone what you saw. Tell them true justice is here. Let them know the Shrike is here.”

Finding a particularly unsavory fellow in the service of a billionare, the shrike took the guise of a simple housekeeper, placiing his runes thoughtout the house. Knowing that taking a round, while not lethal, still slowed him down, he needed to be more careful. Herbs were placed in absynth decanturs and in humidors of this particular billionaire. The emerald concoction his favorite. The billionare, sleeping soundly, scaresely noticed the sound of the Shrike in his room till he woke with a startle, pulling his pistol on the hero. “You thihnk I haven’t noticed your little path of destruction? I have, but I didnt’ get this far by not having percautions. “ *guns clicks*

“You’ve got me, a satalite “geniuis” like you obviously outsmarted me”

*Phone notification*

“How? HOW THE FUCK DID YOU??? HOW DID YOU GET THOSE VIDEOS!?!”

“Send your useful idiots out and we can talk a sum”

“Get out” the tech billionare motiones for his private force to leave.

“Now....what do you”

A blade flies from the Shrikes hand into the billionares throat”

“What? With you, just to show you power you are unable to buy. You’re going to live, don’t worry, the kids you’ve hurt are going to be compensated and you’re going to be unable to properly defend yourself since your AI isn’t as advanced as you let on.”

"I've noticed your little path of vengeance, dedicating the dead to me, but it is not vengeance that I need,” Odin said coldly. “I did not give you these abilities for vengeance. I gave them to you to further war, death, to increase my power!"

"WAR!?" the hero exclaimed in disgust. “The Middle East? Ukraine? The Congo? Police waging war on the people? There are wars and genocides everywhere, isn’t that enough for you? You have given me these abilities; how can I not use them to do what is right? Death is death and my vengeance continues.”

"How disappointing. Every champion I pick seems to grow a conscience. You lack a brain...I need mass amounts of dead through melee, I’ve got other tools doing my work. You’re ntohing special" Anger was now evident in the god's voice.

"Get used to disappoint...”

Before the words left his mouth, Odin launched his spear at the hero, pinning his body to a tree.

"You think you can stand before king of the gods, and speak to me as though we're equals?" Menacingly, he walked to the dying hero, pulling the spear from his abdomen, dropping him to the ground.

“You, my boy, you’re an idealist... you think you can change the world.” With venom nearly dripping from his teeth, he continued, “Nothing changes,” he growled as he grabbed the hero by the throat and locking eyes. "Death is the only constant in this universe," Odin screamed as he beat the hero with his iron fist. "You have always been expendable and I will always find another." Throwing the hero into a tree, he shattered bones and ruptured sinew. The hero cried out in agony; trying to speak, only frothy blood could escape his mouth. Dazed, he tried getting to his feet, only to feel the boot of a god against his mouth, wrapping his limp carcass around another tree, turning the hero's bones to little more than gravel.

Looking down with perplexity, “Why will you not you die? I’ve given you no such ability. What is your game, boy?”

He walked to the heroes mangled body, leaning down he tossed the Shrike into the darkness of the night. The god of war, the god of death and wisdom, walked away into the blackness, sure that his latest mistake had been taken care of.

Wolves howled, coyotes prowled, but the rodents of the forest were the first to taste the hero. As he lay next to a tree, he was reminded of a scene from his favorite barbarian film, where the hero bites the throat out of a vulture just as his friend comes running to free him.

"I have no friends to free me," he mumbled through broken teeth and bright frothy blood. Tears streamed down his face as he lamented, "Is this all I was meant for? Everything I've been through, and this is how it ends?" He noticed a monstrous wolf approaching him before losing consciousness.

“We’re losing him!” Surrounded by people yet utterly alone. The voices started sounding garbled, his head felt like it was underwater, and the loss of blood made it feel as though the air had left the room. “Help!” he said aimlessly and on instinct...uttering words in the toddler-like state of death. In a brief moment of clarity, he thought, “I’m alone...there’s no one.”

“You are *never* alone.” Her voice pierced his mind as he drifted into blackness.

Bursting through the surface of a stagnant, endless body of water, he gasped for air, screaming as if being born. He looked around in panic, seeing bodies on the ocean-like floor, suspended like seaweed, faces eternally screaming in death, reaching for the surface. In the distance, he saw a large serpent break the surface of the water like a cobra ready to strike; it vomited ichor and pieces of bodies onto the shore. Panic took over, something he was all too familiar with, he frantically swam toward the shore opposite the side of the corpse-eating serpent he knew to be Nidhogg.

Reaching the shore, he stood wearily, taking in his surroundings. There was a putrid, purple-green hue to everything: the ground, the trees, the sky; the atmosphere held a scent of decay that shook him to the core. A guttural and painful series of groans came from the forest, and he reached for his daggers only to find the gifts of Odin missing. Quickly, he scurried through the area looking for anything to protect himself with and finding nothing but rotten branches and rocks. He found a curiously placed piece of obsidian and quickly stropped a pair of daggers; wrapped the handles in scraps of cloth from his poncho and prepared for what was to come.

Gibbering, rotting, skeletal bodies all made their way from the dark of the forest; the hero setting up a bottleneck, dug his heals in for battle. He made quick work of the first corpse, diagonally slashing to make the most of his blade work. Whatever gifts Odin had given him, he retained in death. The crude knives felt unnaturally balanced, and he danced like a boxer through the corpses, removing limbs and heads as he moved. Wiping ichor from his eyes in a brief moment of rest, he heard a howl in the distance that sent the dead shambling and running back into the corpse forest.

A sense of calm came over the hero as a colossal wolf proudly walked from the trees, the hero stood still. The wolf sniffed the hero, circling him, pushing him with his head; the hero remained still and then the wolf lay at his feet. Just then, a black, decomposing hand was placed on his shoulder. “He likes you,” a woman's voice said, “There are not many who enter here without the approval of Garmr and ‘live’ to tell the tale, especially one who has had dealings with Grimnir, but my father says you are different. He told me he interfered with your oath to Odin, knowing that what you believed of the god was a lie. Your oath was as much to me as it was to him, but I wanted to be sure you were worthy. Do you know where you are? Who I am?”

“I have an idea. What do you want from me, Hel?” He looked her in the eyes as her body shifted from various states of living and dead, from decomposing to skeletal.

“Balance, silly.” Her demeanor changed from cold and ethereal to almost playful and humorous. “I want balance. You know me so much better than most, and that I’m not just some goddess of death. Don't get me wrong dear, I love the company but there are far more than human lives being affected by the all father and his precious quest to stop his twilight. Honey, we’re happy where we’re at and trust me...I’m not riding a toenail ship. ”

“So Ragnarok?”

“Bullshit, plain and simple. A scary story from before even my time and for all his precious wisdom, Dear grimnir can’t seem to accept that truth. (mentiones dealing with abrahamics“

“What in the He...Why on earth is it you need my help? I swore an oath to him and we see how that worked out.”

Her skeletal fingers caressed his beard “ Bless your heart. Dad had a few drinks with you some time back, maybe you remember the spider charm he gave you?”

[merikus]

Pairing wines, spirits, or beers with McDonald's menu items is a fun way to elevate fast food dining! Here's a guide to finding the perfect match for each item:

1. McRib Sandwich

The smoky, tangy barbecue sauce calls for a drink with a bit of sweetness and spice.

Wine: Zinfandel or Shiraz – both have bold, fruity notes that complement the smoky barbecue.

Beer: Smoked porter or amber ale to match the barbecue flavors.

Spirit: Bourbon with a hint of caramel or vanilla.

2. Big Mac

The creamy, tangy "special sauce" and multiple layers of beef and cheese demand a versatile drink.

Wine: Merlot or a lightly oaked Chardonnay to balance the richness.

Beer: Pale ale for its crisp hops that cut through the fattiness.

Spirit: A classic gin and tonic to cleanse the palate.

3. Quarter Pounder with Cheese

With its beefy and cheesy profile, this burger pairs well with bold or malty options.

Wine: Malbec or Cabernet Sauvignon for their robust flavors.

Beer: Lager or stout for a smooth contrast.

Spirit: Rye whiskey neat or in an Old Fashioned.

4. Double Cheeseburger

This indulgent classic pairs well with drinks that highlight its umami flavors.

Wine: Syrah or Gamay, offering fruitiness with enough acidity.

Beer: Brown ale or bock for a nutty, malty pairing.

Spirit: Rum and cola for a sweet, tangy match.

5. Chicken McNuggets

The dipping sauce you choose might tweak the pairing slightly, but a light, crisp drink is key.

Wine: Sauvignon Blanc or Prosecco for bright, citrusy notes.

Beer: Wheat beer or pilsner for a refreshing choice.

Spirit: Vodka soda with a lemon wedge.

6. McChicken Sandwich

This light, crispy sandwich goes well with equally light beverages.

Wine: Pinot Grigio or Rosé for their crisp and fruity flavors.

Beer: Blonde ale or Kölsch for a gentle pairing.

Spirit: A gin fizz with lemony undertones.

7. Double Filet-O-Fish Sandwich

The creamy tartar sauce and delicate fish need something refreshing to balance them.

Wine: Chardonnay or Albariño for their citrus and mineral notes.

Beer: Light lager or saison for a clean finish.

Spirit: A classic Martini with a twist.

McDonald's French Fries

These iconic fries deserve a drink of their own! Their salty, crispy goodness pairs beautifully with bubbly beverages.

Wine: Champagne or sparkling wine for an elegant contrast.

Beer: Belgian tripel or a pale lager.

Spirit: Tequila soda with a lime wedge.

Let me know if you'd like to fine-tune any of these pairings!

[rabbitcruiser]

World Rum Day

Distilled from either the molasses or juice that comes from sugarcane, rum is a deliciously sweet liquor that is enjoyed the world over. With a reputation that is related to pirates and revolutions, rum brings with it a unique and fascinating background. World Rum Day celebrates the rum itself and its somewhat-sordid past, as well as the community of makers, bartenders and drinkers whose lives are made a little better by rum! 

History of World Rum Day

Rum has a history that dates back at least several centuries. Its production from sugarcane ties it to the Caribbean and West Indies areas of the world where it began to gain popularity in the 17th century. At the same time, as the New World was being settled through the thirteen colonies, rum was the drink of choice. In fact, at one point in time, rum was such a staple that it was often used as a currency.

Because of the tension of the Molasses Act of 1733 and the subsequent Sugar Act of 1764, both taxes the British government placed to try to control rum production and trade, many people believe that rum played an important role in the American Revolution. At the very least, rum was one factor that motivated the assembling and bonding of key leaders over a cause that led to the Revolutionary War.

World Rum Day got its start in 2019 when a writer named Paul Jackson was motivated to establish the day. As a spirits writer and the editor of the World Rum Guide, Jackson was motivated to give rum more attention on a global level. The event always takes place on a Saturday, with the purpose of giving participants as well as restaurant and bar owners the best possible weekend opportunity to celebrate the day.

World Rum Day Timeline

 1630s

Sugar cane is grown in Barbados

Brought from Brazil, sugar cane quickly becomes an integral part of Caribbean society.

 1664

First commercial rum distillery 

Staten Island houses this first distillery to meet the rum demand in the thirteen colonies.

 1733

Molasses Act is imposed 

This British law places a tax on non-British molasses, used for making rum.

 1862

Bacardi Rum is founded

Possibly still the most recognized name in rum today, this company is established in Cuba.

 2019

World Rum Day is founded 

The inaugural World Rum Day is started by Peter Jackson, editor of World Rum Guide.

How to Celebrate World Rum Day

World Rum Day offers a veritable pirate ship full of opportunities to show some love for this tasty little spirit! Whether enjoying the delicious flavors of a dark rum on its own or engaging with others for a festive island celebration where rum drinks are featured, check out some of these fun ideas to make plans for the day:

Enjoy Some Rum

Whether drinking a glass of rum neat or on the rocks, adding it to a mixer like pineapple juice or cola, or enjoying it as part of a mixed cocktail such as a mojito, pina colada or daiquiri, World Rum Day is best celebrated with a toast! Grab a friend and head over to a bar to order a rum drink, or cozy up at home and get creative with some flavorful rum cocktails.

Not sure which rums to try? Consider one of these rums that are great for a mid-range budget:

Mount Gay Black Barrel Barbados Rum. From the oldest distillery in the world.

Botran Reserva Superior No. 12 Rum. This orangey, spicy rum comes from Guatemala.

Copalli Single Estate White Rum. Perfect for mixing, this rum from the Belizean rainforest offers creamy and fruity notes.

Plantation Double Barrel Rum. With flavors of clove, nutmeg and dried papaya, this rum is sourced from Fiji.

Host a World Rum Day Party

Folks who want to celebrate the unique flavors and varieties of rum, or who are just looking for an excuse to host a gathering, can celebrate with a World Rum Day party! This could mean inviting a large group of people for some rum fun on an outdoor patio or it could be a more intimate gathering with just a few friends who would really appreciate a rum tasting.

Obviously, drinks will be made from rum, and food could include appetizers or tapas that coordinate well with tropical drinks. For a festive feel, try playing music that has an island flair to it, as a nod to the Caribbean and West Indies islands where rum originated from. The World Rum Day website offers some suggestions, guides and resources for celebrating the day, such as options for printable rum tasting placemats.  

Learn More About Rum

A fun way to get involved with and celebrate World Rum Day might be to get a bit more educated and knowledgeable about this tasty spirit. Perhaps in an effort to raise awareness for the day, it would be a good idea to learn a few bits of trivia about rum and then share them. Get started with some of these facts:

White rum is the most common type of rum, usually aged for 1-2 years in barrels made from oak.

Dark rum is aged much longer, for up to 12 years, offering a richer flavor of vanilla, caramel, and oak.

Rum is often associated with pirates because it travels well and could be mixed into the casks of water to preserve it for drinking on long journeys.

The world’s oldest continually producing rum distillery is located in Barbados, called Mount Gay Distilleries, and hails back to 1703.

Engage with a Rum Tasting

Distilleries and other companies invested in this liquor may be celebrating World Rum Day by hosting various events, including rum tastings. Get involved in one locally or host one at home for a few friends.

Rums can be analyzed first when they are poured into a stemmed glass, simply by looking at the color and the way it reflects the light. Swirl the glass to view the “legs” or tears” as they cling to the sides, and then experience the nose and aroma. Finally, it’s time to taste the rum with a small sip, allowing the entire flavor to be present in the mouth.

World Rum Day FAQs

What is rum made from?

Rum is made from sugar cane products.

Is rum gluten free?

Yes! Pure rum is made without any gluten, as long as it doesn’t contain any additives or flavoring that contain gluten.

What to mix with rum?

Rum is tasty with many mixers, including pineapple juice, cola, tonic water, lime juice, ginger ale and more.

How is rum made?

Rum is made by distilling, fermenting and aging the juice or molasses that comes from sugarcane.

Is Bacardi rum?

Yes, Bacardi is the brand name of rum that comes from Cuba.

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Again Daymax Disposable Vape 2500 Puffs And 1200mAh Battery a new prefilled disposable pod kit with nic salt juice. 8.5ml capacity can supply approximately 2500 Puffs for you, Come with a fully charged battery.

Specification Of Daymax Vape:

Capacity: 7.0ml

Resistance: 1.2 ohm

Nicotine Strength: 5% (50mg)

Battery Capacity: 1200 mAh

2500 (approx.) Puffs Per Pod

Flavors Of Again Daymax Disposable Vape:

Strawberry Shake

Banana Shake

Pineapple&coconut

Cola Rum

Peach & Berry

Double Apple

Ice Watermelon

Grape

Blue Raspberry

Nicotine Concentration: Middle

Disposable: Disposable

Flavor: Fruits Series

Fully Charged Time:Pre-Charged

Mechanical Mod: Non-Mechanical

Variable Voltage: Non-Variable Voltage

Variable Wattage: Non-Variable Wattage

Suitable for: ALL＞18

Brand: Again

Package Length: 117mm; Diameter: 22mm

[spiritsoffrance]

A Guide To Drinking Vodka

“When life gives you a lemon, add some salt and vodka”

There are a lot of people who don’t prefer potatoes, but they surely won't mind drinking a peg of good premium vodka. Starting from Hollywood superstars to the common man, vodka drinks are popular throughout the world.

What makes this drink so fascinating? Why is it so in demand? To know the history of vodka, grab a bottle, a glass, and some lemons, please! 

What is Vodka? Find out from the experts!

Vodka is a transparent distilled liquor, without a particular taste or smell and has an alcohol content of 37-50%. 

Neutral in flavour, this liquor enhances the taste of anything with which it is mixed and can be enjoyed in varied ways.  Originating in Russia, Poland, and Sweden in the late 18th Century, Vodka is mainly made of ethanol and water without any other additives or flavours. 

If we travel in the past, we will find that Vodka was initially made by fermenting cereals, grains, and potatoes in Europe as early as the 17th century. 

Now, with the advancement of technology and to suffice the never-ending need of humans, a lot of the modern brands use corn, fruits, sugar cane, and even maple sap as the base for this liquor and to make alcoholic vodka drinks. 

Vodka can be drunk “neat”, that is without mixing it with water or any other substance. However, if you can see right past a glass of vodka, my friend you are missing out on the big picture!

What is Vodka made from?

Vodka is derived from the Slavic word which is interpreted as “little water”. There is a debate among scholars regarding the beginning of vodka or vodka drinks. 

Wine connoisseurs do not usually pay much heed to Vodka and consider it to be the damsel in distress of alcohol, but let’s not forget how this expensive yet inoffensive spirit skyrocketed to prominence back in the late 80s.

Now the main ingredients for this drink are or were potatoes. However nowadays to get a bottle of crisp and clean vodka, it is always suggested to go with wheat as it requires less distillation. 

Herbs were considered to be a source of medicinal in the primitive days, but soon these herbs were crushed and distilled for enjoyment purposes too. Large-scale production of Vodka began in late 16th century Poland.

The process of distillation was long and lengthy. The first distillation was known as brantówka and second as szumówka, and the third to be okowita. All the above three had an alcohol content of 70-80%, which was then further watered down with alembic stills. Vodka was even produced using several other substances like carrots and purified by filtration with the help of charcoal. Vodka is only distilled and rarely aged.

How to serve Vodka? 

Now if you have never had a sip of vodka in your life, you must be thinking how you drink vodka. Well for the uninitiated, we have got the complete Vodka guide just for you!

The best way to have vodka is to have it straight, in a shot glass. 

However, most people do not like the taste of raw alcohol, and voila, cocktails!

Vodka cocktails are the best as it enhances the taste of anything with which it is clubbed! 

So next time when you want to own the dance floor at a party, never forget to try out a few of these vodka cocktails.

Bloody Mary - No, I am not asking you to summon the devil who would pluck your eyeballs out, however, this cocktail is sure to give a chill to your spine! Made from tomato juice, Worcestershire sauce, hot sauce, a variety of herbs and spices, and unflavoured Vodka, Bloody Mary is “THE” perfect cocktail for the brave ones!

Cosmopolitan - Take a glass, pour some vodka, a few ounces of orange juice, cranberry juice, and fresh lime. Mix them all together and serve with ice cubes. To double the flavour, you can mix it with flavoured vodka. 

Long Island Iced Tea - In spite of the name, Long Island Iced Tea has got zero tea but a whole lot of alcohol in it! Vodka, gin, tequila, rum, triple sec, and only a sprinkle of cola. Be careful, this one can get messy, quickly!

Vodka Martini- This is a classic Vodka cocktail usually made of vodka and dry vermouth, a bit of orange and lemon peel. The best way to make a vodka martini is to use premium-quality vodka and vermouth.

White Russian - To all coffee lovers, this is the “ONE” for you. Mix coffee liquor and a bit of heavy cream and there you have it!  White Russian is also considered to be the perfect cocktail for sweet tooths.

Vodka: More than just an alcoholic drink

It may surprise you, but Vodka has a number of purposes other than making the shy-guy to be the life of a party!

Odorless, colourless, and unflavoured this drink has properties that are similar to rubbing alcohol and can be used:

As a spirit

As a disinfectant

As an insect repellent

So next time you decide to camp or hitchhike, carry a bottle of vodka!

Characteristics of Vodka

Each vodka has its own unique flavour. However, most of the time it is seen that vodka is colourless, odorless, and tasteless. The best vodkas (such as Hartshorns ‘world’s best vodka’ is almost like drinking water!)

Shop premium Vodka forms Spirits of France

If you are an alcohol enthusiast and want to decorate your mini bar with premium Vodka bottles, do check out Spirits of France.

Our cellar constitutes of premium Vodkas that will make you a loyal fan of the drink.

So what are you waiting for? Grab a glass, and pour some vodka, Cheers!

[good-music-only]

Double Rum Cola FATA BOOM

[bmbochangetales]

Cola Song!!

By INNA

I had two requests for this song, but this one came first. If the other one was yours feel free to request a different song. I’ll do about two more weeks of BMBO FM.

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You and your girlfriends were enjoying a beautifully warm day by the pool and needed a great song so when the radio asked for your request you called in. The electronic beat floated around the pool covering all of you on the girls weekend.

“Work has been so rough” someone complained and it had been. You used to love your job but now the thought of returning to the stuffy white collar office had you feeling like drinking a bottle of tequila with a rum chaser. This song was definitely helping you relax.

“We got that coca-cola body shape shape shape” the song sang out. As your and your group laid around, your hips all doubled, maybe even tripled in size. Wide hips completed with thick juicy thighs, perfecting to dance to any rhythm.

You all turned over on your stomachs as your asses began to rise up like fresh dough. Soft and pillowy, complimenting your extremely wide hips. People would argue if they were real or fake, but it was sure that everyone would be staring at you and your friends.

“Oh my god like we should all like quit out jobs and be instagram models!” One of your friends shouted as she took a picture highlighting all of your curves. That sounded like the perfect plan now.

“We got that sugar, do you wanna taste taste taste?” You all sang along. Your lips plumped out out to give you the perfect pouts for tempting men and women alike.

“Guys are always staring at my lips, I think they imagine them wrapped around their thingies” snickered one girl. “Too bad these lips love some grade a pussy.”

You all turned back over to even the deep tans you have gained in minutes because soy Latina baby.

You all reveal enormous boobs perfect to shake and bounce while you all dance. You all were the center of attention where ever you go. From your amazing figures to your fun bright personalities and that energy say that you all own the night and let’s party.

“I’m so glad we were blessed with these huge tiddies. People can’t get enough,” you say as you start thinking of which tiny dress you will wear tonight.

“Ladies why are we sitting around, we need to find our kings and queens. With our coco-cola bodies that shouldn’t be too hard”