#guava cocktail

[mixergiltron]

Ya guava be kidding me.

Guava is a tropical fruit that is sweet,full of vitamin C,and according to the internet,"the queen of fruits" because it's supposed to have all kinds of health benefits. Why,just check out this fascinating chart:

So what's the best way to add this miracle fruit to your diet? Why,in Tiki drinks of course!

Mix #131 PopTiki Volcano Mug

1oz Barbancourt 8yr rum 1oz Demerara rum 4oz pineapple juice 2oz guava nectar 1oz lemon juice 1/2oz passionfruit syrup 1/4oz orgeat

Shake with ice and pour into mug.

This was created by PopTiki with the volcano mug they put out to raise money for the Hawaii fire relief. Cool mug,good cause,meh drink. It's very sweet and fruity with a strong guava taste. It's a big drink that will slake your thirst,but all that sugar is a trip to hangover city. I actually started to feel something after drinking just the one cocktail. Have one if you like sweet drinks,but no more unless you want to feel it the next day.

Mix #132 Murky Lagoon

2oz Whaler's Original Dark rum 3oz guava nectar 1/2oz falernum

Combine all ingredients in double old-fashioned glass with ice. Pour into shaker,shake,re-pour into glass.

From Frankie's Tiki Room in Las Vegas. I used Coruba rum to make this because I didn't have Whaler's and every review I read about it said it sucked. Just use a good dark funky rum instead. It's a nice sweet,funky drink that's creamy and has a touch of spice aftertaste. Quite good with decent rum.

Mix #133 Aloha Screwdriver

3/4oz light rum 3/4oz Lemon Hart 151 3/4oz banana liqueur 1oz guava nectar 1oz pineapple juice 1/4oz Campari* 1/4oz allspice dram

Shake with ice and pour into glass.

*I used Aperol.

Created by one of my fav surf rock bands,it can be found in the liner notes of their album The Lost Recipe. Nice Demerara funk,a touch sweet with some banana and a bit of spice on the end. Quite nice with a bit of kick.

Mix #134 Blake's Guava Grog

2oz Plantation OFTD 1oz guava nectar 3/4oz lime juice 1/4oz falernum 1/4oz allspice dram 1/4oz cinnamon syrup 2 dashes Angostura bitters

Shake with plenty of ice and pour into mug.

I found this Facebook user's creation posted in the Tiki Recipes forum. Sweet and spicy with cinnamon burn and plenty of kick. A proper Tiki grog.

So drink up. The internet says it's good for you,and you can't put false things on the internet.

[acocktailmoment]

Bahamian Bride !

Ingredients:

1.5 oz Y&Y Citrus Vodka

1 oz guava puree

2 oz coconut water

0.5 oz lemon juice

0.5 oz orange cordial

Pinch sea salt

3 dashes grapefruit bitters

Add all ingredients to a shaker with ice. Dump contents of shaker into a large stemless glass and top with additional ice if needed. Garnish with a dehydrated orange wheel or grapefruit peel and edible flowers.

Courtesy: April Kirby, You & Yours Distilling Co.

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[fattributes]

Guava Mojito

[aboutbeverages]

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[kriimhild]

*sees that Moon likes eggs* WAIT... Would Moon ask Sun to make a flip cocktail or a gin fizz? It has egg in it

He's not a fan of gin, but i think a guava tequila sour would be more fitting for him ^^

[the-uncharted-cookbook]

Strange Fruit Juice

Non-alcoholic; POG juice, mango juice, lime juice, grenadine, and bitters

Bandicoots are small omnivorous marsupials native to Australia, Tasmania, New Guinea, and the surrounding Pacific islands. They have long thin snouts and sharp claws they use to forage for underground insects and larvae. In addition, they eat lizards, mice, snails, fungi, grass seeds, berries, and fruit.

As hard as it is to believe, bandicoots are not bright orange and usually don't wear jean shorts and sneakers. But that fact couldn't stop Crash Bandicoot from becoming an icon as one of the earliest PlayStation mascots. Genetically altered by the nefarious Dr. Neo Cortex, Crash ran, slid, and spun through a series of adventures on the Wumpa Islands, an archipelago named for the strange fruit that grows there.

The Crash Bandicoot games are not only personal favorites of mine, but also some of Elena Fisher's favorites as well. This love and appreciation for old school gaming is something Elena passed down to her and Nate's daughter, Cassie. When I heard that Cassie had finally beaten her mom's high score on Crash Bandicoot, I knew I had to whip up something special for her to celebrate. The Strange Fruit Juice is a non-alcoholic cocktail to be enjoyed by gamers of all ages, meant to answer the question we've all been wondering for decades: "What would wumpa fruit juice taste like?"

STRANGE FRUIT JUICE

Ingredients: 2 oz POG juice 1.5 oz mango juice 0.5 oz lime juice 0.25 oz grenadine 1 dash Angostura bitters Combine all ingredients in a cocktail shaker with pebble ice or crushed ice. Shake and dump directly into a snifter or other similarly sized glass. Garnish with fresh mint, slapped to express the oils.

POG juice is a blend of passionfruit, orange, and guava juices originally created and produced on Maui, Hawaii. If you can't find a commercially available POG blend, you can make your own by combining those three juices in equal parts. For an individual drink, use 0.66 oz of each. You can also use fruit nectars in place of the juices, but they will often be sweeter.

Like most bitters, Angostura is actually alcoholic and has an ABV comparable to many spirits. Because of the incredibly small amount used, the total ABV of Strange Fruit Juice is well under 0.5%, below the legal limit for non-alcoholic beverages in many countries and not enough to have any intoxicating effects, even after multiple drinks. However, there are non-alcoholic bitters available on the market if you would like to completely avoid alcohol for whatever reason.

Store bought grenadine will be much more syrupy and sickly sweet than making your own so I absolutely recommend homemade if possible. Making grenadine is fast and easy and, even if you only use the pomegranate juice and sugar and skip the pomegranate molasses and orange blossom water, you'll still wind up with a much better end result.

The recipe for grenadine can be found here.

[happypedrohours]

Hello beauties!! 😃 The week is finally coming to an end, TGIF and I hope that during the weekend you can rest, relax and recharge your batteries! ☺️

Today your trusted bartender offers you two recipes inspired by our favorite man's musical taste.. 🫡

*Mocktail* - Xanadu -

4 parts guava nectar (2 oz.)

4 parts fresh lime juice (2 oz.)

2 parts falernum (1 oz.)

2 parts half-and-half (1 oz.)

Combine all ingredients with cracked ice in a blender. Blend at low speed until smooth. Pour into chilled champagne flute. Enjoy! 😊

*Cocktail* - Purple Rain -

3 parts handfuls of party ice (1 1/2 oz.)

2 parts vodka (1 oz.)

1 part grenadine (1/2 oz.)

1 part lemon juice (1/2 oz.)

1 part lime juice (1/2 oz.)

1 part blue curaçao (1/2 oz.)

Soda water

Fill a shaker with party ice and add the vodka, grenadine, lemon juice and lime juice and shake well. Fill your glass with party ice and strain the mixture over the ice before topping up with soda water. To finish, slowly pour the blue curaçao over a spoon into your glass to create your tie die cocktail. Enjoy! 😊

I hope these can give you inspiration for the big event… are you ready to celebrate the beginning of summer?!?

Note: please know that it is absolutely not mandatory to drink alcohol to participate in the event. We love the sober people in this family. You do what you are most comfortable of doing. And in general, please drink responsibly!

[snezus-christ-risen]

Stubborn Things, Part III - Plato Fuerte

Wherein Julieta beats herself for not being perfect, Bruno continues to make himself more miserable than he needs to be, and Agustin is just sort of… living his best life for no reason lol

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“I hope you’re hungry,” Julieta said, adding another sprinkle of salt to the pot. “It’s almost ready.”

Two recipes down, and Bruno remained undeniably sick. If anything, he seemed to be feeling worse by the minute. He was back to pretending he was fine, which would have been sweet had he been doing it to protect her feelings and not to dodge another round of testing. Julieta offered him several opportunities to lie down in the parlor if he promised to submit to supervision, but his stubborn devotion to conveying the illusion of health kept overruling his instinct for self-preservation.

“It smells fantastic,” Agustín said. “And I bet it will taste even better. I really think you have it this time, mi vida!”

Having finished all the prep work that didn’t involve sharp utensils, her husband was seated across the table from Bruno, pretending to read a copy of La Vorágine that he grabbed off a bookshelf at random. Julieta had tasked him with keeping watch over her brother and, if necessary, intercepting him if he tried to bolt again. Julieta wasn’t sure if he was doing his job well or if Bruno was simply too tired to move.

“Gracias,” she said, grateful for his support but growing weary of his cheerful optimism in light of her terrible track record. “Pero, I’m not worried about the taste or the smell.”

“I am!” Bruno interjected weakly.

“My concern,” she continued, choosing to disregard his unsolicited input, “is that it works.”

“Of course, of course,” said Agustín, finally remembering to turn the page of the book he was supposed to be reading. “I’m just saying, I have a good feeling about this one. They say third time’s a charm, right?”

He threw an expectant look at his brother-in-law, who usually had a lot to say when it came to matters of luck, but this time Bruno had no comment. His head was resting on the table beside an empty cup that stood as a testament to Julieta’s latest failure. The guava and mango juices she had blended together with Isabela’s pelargonium and a dash of aguardiente made for a refreshing morning cocktail, but a woefully ineffective medicine. Bruno claimed to feel better just a few sips in, but then sneezed in short, strangled bursts not long after finishing the concoction. He tried to blame the cooking spices lingering in the air from breakfast, those new plants Isabela had growing just outside the kitchen window, even the minuscule amount of alcohol in the drink, but when Julieta kissed his forehead, it was warmer than the last time she last checked. He muttered an apology that only added to her mounting aggravation. It was her fault, not his, that she couldn’t figure this out.

Now here she was, pouring all of her prayers and frustrations and love for her brother into a pot of ajiaco. It would be cruel to keep him hostage much longer if he didn’t improve after this dish. He hadn’t lifted his head from the table since the juice; the only indication that he was still awake (and alive) was the occasional cough or sniffle, wise-ass remark, and knock knock knocking of his knuckles against the tabletop. Once an annoyance, the repetitive thumping was now a strange comfort, a reassurance that her brother was still here with her.

Julieta was ladeling steaming hot ajiaco between two bowls when she noticed a shift in his breathing. It was subtle, but just obvious enough to someone who knew him as well as she did. When she turned around she found Bruno sitting up but hunched over, gripping his nose between his thumb and forefinger. She couldn’t tell if he sneezed already and was waiting for more to smother into silence, or if he was waiting for a fit to start. Either way, she felt compelled to speak up this time; she could tell that those last sneezes he bottled up left him with a headache, though he refused to admit it.

“Bruno.”

Her tone was just firm enough to pull him from his daze without startling him. He waited a moment, then released his nose from the punishing pressure of his fingertips, huffing sharply and shooting Julieta a look that struck her like a thunderbolt from Pepa. She couldn’t remember the last time her brother looked at her with anything but adoration; whatever this was, she didn’t like it. Her eyes darted to Agustín, seeking backup, and she found him engrossed in the book that he was only supposed to pretend to be reading. She wasn’t surprised or even disappointed; if anything, she was impressed it hadn’t happened sooner. To his credit, he closed the book dutifully upon his wife’s silent request, but not before folding the corner of the page to save his place.

“That really isn’t good for you,” he lectured, adjusting his glasses. “And what a terrible feeling, to waste a sneeze like that. It feels so much better to just let them out, ¿verdad?”

Bruno didn’t seem interested in entertaining Agustín’s musings today. Keeping his fingers curled under his nose, he dropped the bits of leftovers he stashed away from breakfast onto the floor for his rats. They were gathered at his feet, which was odd; normally they were nestled in his pockets or perched on his shoulders. Maybe his fever turned their usual habitat into a inhospitable environment.

“We don’t mean to nag, manito,” Julieta added, drawing his ire back her way. “We just want you to be comfortable.”

What she really wanted was her brother to quit being such a cabezota and stop suppressing a natural reflex like it was some sort of personal failing. She didn’t care if he was annoyed with her, because she was annoyed with him, too. Walking over to the table with the ajiaco - slowly, so as not to spill a single drop of what could have been liquid gold - she watched him paw at his poor nose with increasing aggression. Rather than extinguish it, the rubbing seemed to stoke the lingering embers of irritation back into a roaring flame. Grabbing a clean napkin off the table, he shook it open and brought it up to hover near his face, the cloth fluttering slightly with each trembling exhalation. Julieta decided to hold off on giving him his food and instead stood quietly beside the table, ready to chastise him if he stifled again but hoping he would just listen to his family for once.

Agustín stood up to help her with the bowls, but with an eagerness that suggested he was more excited to start eating than itching to lighten her load. He started to say something, but Julieta bumped him with her hip and gave him a stern look. He seemed to get the hint, but just in case, she shoved one of the bowls into his hands and produced a spoon from her apron pocket. Maybe some food would keep him quiet for a bit.

It didn’t matter anyway, if Bruno’s defeated sigh and deflating posture was any indication. Once again the urge to sneeze strung him along before abandoning him completely, leaving him in a state of bewildered chagrin, but this time it wasn’t Julieta’s fault. She sat down across from him as a plank on the table tilted slightly, sending the salt cellar and bowls of crema, lime halves, and sliced avocado skittering to their end of the table. Bruno turned away from the food to blow his nose, then folded the napkin and clutched it in his fisted hand. He pressed the palm of his other hand against his forehead, eyes squeezing shut. Julieta frowned as he bit into his bottom lip hard enough to leave marks. Definitely a headache.

Tentatively, she pushed his bowl and spoon across the table. Bruno peered out from behind his hand to inspect the offering. His eyes flickered briefly to his sister’s face before settling back on the bowl in front of him.

“Ajiaco?” he asked, squinting.

She gave a quick nod, uncertain if what she was about to say was still true. “Your favorite.”

“Juli,” he said, taking a moment to appreciate her presentation. She felt the knot in her chest loosen when he finally smiled at her. “Gracias. It looks wonderful.”

Agustín indulged in a long whiff from his own bowl and sighed happily. “It smells wonderful.”

“I wish I could smell it,” Bruno said, watching Agustín longingly. “I guess I’ll have to settle for sort of tasting it.”

“I added some red ginger,” Julieta said. “So it should help your headache, even if it doesn’t help with the… everything else.”

Bruno nudged absently at his nose as he studied his bowl. It was filled to the brim, though Julieta wasn’t sure if he had enough of an appetite left to finish it all. He took a deep, resolute breath that, miraculously, did not trigger a coughing fit. He held it in his cheeks and then exhaled slowly, some of the tension leaving his furrowed brow.

“It’s going to work,” he said. “Gus is definitely onto something, because this…” He tapped the edge of the bowl with his spoon for emphasis. “This is the one.”

Just as Julieta was wondering why his voice sounded sort of wonky, Bruno dropped the spoon with a clatter and brought his hands up to rub urgently at his nose. He managed an exasperated “De verdad?!” between hitching breaths before stifling violently into his crumpled napkin, each sneeze sounding itchier and more desperate than the last. Even with the fabric locked in place to muffle the sound, he insisted on holding them in. He kept his nose buried in the napkin for a moment, then dropped his hand to knock against his chair three times, a delayed echo. His shivering exhale and subsequent coughs disrupted the graceful curl of steam rising from his ajiaco.

“Ay, Brunito,” Julieta sighed, unsure of how else to express her frustration and sympathy at the same time. “Salud.”

Bruno sniffled, expression hazy and nostrils flaring slightly, before giving his head a shake. The movement seemed to dispel whatever irritation remained. His hand crept across the table to the salt cellar to grab a pinch of salt, which he threw over his left shoulder. He hesitated before grabbing another and tossing it behind him in one swift motion, as if Julieta and Agustín wouldn’t see his do-over if he moved quickly enough. Then he muttered something to himself, something with the cadence of a prayer that Julieta didn’t recognize. He scooped up some broth, making sure to capture a good sized chunk of potato. His hand shook, causing some of the liquid to splash off the spoon and back into the bowl. All of his certainty from before seemed to evaporate as the moment of truth drew nearer.

“This is the one,” he repeated, as if saying it more would make it so. “This is the one.”

Taking another deep breath, he held it, then released it and took his first bite. He swallowed, wincing, and took another bite. Then another. As the contents of the bowl dwindled, Julieta felt herself growing more apprehensive. She was too nervous to eat any of the ajiaco Agustín kept trying to share with her. Bruno was still sniffling and coughing between spoonfuls, which wasn’t a good sign. As soon as he drained the last of the soup from his bowl Julieta studied his face, waiting for the first sign that he was still ill, that she failed yet again. He just gazed back at her, expression strangely unreadable.

“So,” she said, when he didn’t say anything first. “What’d you think? How do you feel?”

“It was…” The muscles in his jaw were tense as he paused to swallow. His next breaths sounded a little uneasy as he pushed himself to try again. “It wuh-hh! Sorry, J-Juli, I… h’hiihh!”

Oh.

Julieta felt her stomach sink as Bruno crumbled into his napkin with another string of stifled sneezes. They seemed to be coming on with little to no warning now. He whimpered after the last one, pressing his fisted hand into his forehead and gently pounding at the table with the other. It didn’t even help his headache, Julieta realized.

Something about reliving the same failure over and over again despite her best efforts shifted something inside of her. Before she could stop herself, Julieta was getting up from the table and marching towards the stove. Grabbing the handles of the pot, she hoisted it over to the sink and dumped her cooking unceremoniously down the drain. Steam rose in an angry cloud as the lid crashed against the ceramic. Somewhere behind her, Agustín squawked in surprised dismay.

“Mi vida!” he exclaimed. “Que haces?”

Julieta watched the liquid swirl in the basin before it vanished down the drain, leaving behind chunks of potato and shredded chicken. Her cheeks felt hot and her eyes were burning. “It didn’t work,” she said, speaking slowly in an effort to keep her voice steady. “I was so sure I had it this time.”

She pretended to busy herself with cleaning up, but when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her she dropped the act and turned into Agustín’s embrace. Suddenly she felt very silly, getting so upset over something so relatively minor that her husband felt he needed to rush to console her - that was Pepa’s move, not hers. Julieta closed her eyes and tried not to replay the image of the hard work she sent swirling down the drain in one impulsive swoop. She wondered what her mother would say about her wasting perfectly good food.

Except it wasn’t perfect; that was the problem. She mended four twisted ankles this month, reset a foot full of broken toes, and made countless scrapes and bruises vanish with her food, but when it came to helping her brother with one little thing she should have been able to handle, something that should have fallen within the scope of her gift, something she spent most of her life trying to figure out because it didn’t come naturally to her like everything else did, Julieta was completely and utterly imperfect.

“I don’t understand,” she said, her voice muffled against Agustín’s chest. “Why can’t I figure it out, after all this time?”

Agustín squeezed her tighter, then cleared his throat in a very specific way. He only did that when he was going to say something she didn’t want to hear, but needed to.

“I say this with love, corazón,” he said, drawing back to look at her tenderly. “Abuela isn’t the only one who needs to work on relaxing her standards.”

The only thing that stopped her from getting upset with him was suddenly remembering that nobody had eyes on Bruno.

Her poor hermano, who she had somehow forgotten in the midst of her self-pitying tantrum. Her blurry gaze landed on the chair where he had been sitting a moment earlier, empty now except for a rat grooming itself. Julieta sighed, bringing her hand to her forehead and suppressing the urge to pound against it. She opened her mouth, but Agustín beat her to it.

“Miércoles.”

[yakuzacanons]

Yakuza Character Drink Headcanons

A brief break from the romance posts since I realize I did two in a row. Also thank you for all of the love you’ve shown my posts. Especially love when y’all write in the tags. Reminder that you can send any submissions or requests of any kind my way. Until then, enjoy this shorter post and I’ll see y’all tomorrow!

Kazuma Kiryu

Mostly drinks just water. Dislikes overly sweet drinks. Will totally go on whiskey distillery tours if given the choice. Favorite alcohol is whiskey. Has never been blackout drunk. When drunk, he just gets tired.

Majima Goro

Likes mildly sweetened drinks as well as sour drinks, like lemonade. Boba weirds him out (”Drinks are for sippin’ Not chewin’ on stuff!”) and he’s not a fan of coffee. Likes all alcohol but loves sharing a beer with Saejima most. A loud menace and easily provoked when drunk.

Saejima Taiga

Black coffee at the start of the day. Likes milkshakes. Fascinated by Ramune (”Why’s this drink got a lil’ ball inside?”) but tends to break them when opening them due to his strength. Favorite alcohol is beer, hands down. Gets hiccups when he drinks but rarely gets more than tipsy.

Akiyama Shun

Drinks mostly fruit juice of any kind. Almost never drinks water, he’s practically a camel. He’s a big fan of champagne but knows it’s not practical so usually gets whiskey or shochu. He’s a flirty drunk and giggles a lot.

Tanimura Masayoshi

Chugs soda like there’s no tomorrow when he’s working. Prefers soda over coffee. During sit down meals, he drinks tea, mostly chrysanthemum tea. Fond of boba drinks. Likes to drink shochu but is a total lightweight.

Ryuji Goda

Really into tea. Especially traditional tea ceremonies. Has his own personal tea set and takes it quite seriously. Honestly doesn’t drink much else. For alcohol, he dabbles in whiskey or champagne but knows his limits very well and will never get publicly drunk.

Mine Yoshitaka

Drinks protein shakes when he works out. Otherwise, it’s mostly water or herbal tea. Is surprisingly into cocktails and finds bartending to be rather interesting. Has a personal minibar at home. Never has more than one drink in public so he never gets drunk outside of his home.

Daigo Dojima

Like Ryuji except with coffee. Very interested in brewing his own coffee and will always take time to brew himself a cup in the morning. Hates instant coffee. Likes rum and whiskey. Drinking gives him headaches so he doesn’t do it often.

Nishikiyama Akira

Smoothies and fruit juice all the way. He does genuinely like the taste but also does it because it’s popular with the ladies. Tries to get into whiskey but really prefers vodka. Not great at knowing his limits with alcohol.

Tachibana Tetsu

It’s coffee in the morning and water at night. Detests soda. The carbonation feels uncomfortable to him. Seldom drinks, mostly because he’s a total lightweight and most alcohol makes him totally nauseous. Likes gin and tonic the most.

Haruka Sawamura

Boba tea drinker. Likes to get all kinds of toppings put into her drink. Blends her own juice at home using fruits from the market. Particularly fond of guava or strawberry juice. Has never tasted alcohol but the smell reminds her of cleaning products.

[docholligay]

Jam calendar day three: Guava

I also forgot to take a picture of this, because I was so caught up in the joy of making a cocktail with this. I used the jam with rum and sparkling lime water to make something that was, on balance, really good!

This still didn't beat out the quince jam, I think the tartness really did something for it, but it was a really fun cocktail.

[aylen-san]

Memories of tropical days

The tropics are another world, full of life, color and sounds that fill the heart with joy. When I first came to these places, I was struck by how the air here was heavy with moisture, as if every breath filled my chest with sweet nectar that gave me strength. The forests, tangled with vines and strange tendrils, seemed like living creatures shrouded in a mist of green and color. Huge trees spread their branches, creating a vault of leaves overhead, through which the sun's rays broke, turning into golden streaks like rays of hope in the thickest forest. On the branches of these trees lived monkeys, jumping deftly from one branch to another, their cries and laughter filling the forest with life and movement.

The birds here sang in ways I had never heard before. Their tinkling trills, melodious and varied, seemed to blend into a symphony that filled the air. I could spend hours listening to them sing, their bright feathers flashing in flashes of color through the dense green, like gems hidden in the shadows of the forest. Even the insects that fluttered and buzzed among the flowers seemed to be part of this living orchestra, each sound like a note in a melody created by nature itself. Huge butterflies, painted in unimaginable patterns, flew from flower to flower, making it seem as if nature itself was painting colors on the canvas of the air.

And the smells... The tropics are filled with scents that are impossible to forget. The sweet scent of ripe fruit, the spicy notes of flowers growing in the shade of trees, and the moist, rich aroma of the earth after rain all combine to create a dizzying cocktail. Mango, papaya, guava - their juicy fruits, so warm from the sun, seemed to contain the very essence of the tropics. I tasted each of them, and each time the taste was like a new melody, giving joy and sweetness of life.

The water in the tropics is also special. The streams that flowed through the forests sparkled in the sunlight like liquid crystal, and the seas that lapped the shores shimmered in every shade of blue and green. The waves were warm and gentle, as if the waters themselves were filled with life and light. I often stopped at the shore to listen to the waves gently touching the sand, humming an ancient song about the infinity of time and the power of nature. The coastline, lined with fine white sand, stretched into the distance, and the palm trees, their crowns leaning toward the water, provided shade to hide from the midday heat.

But perhaps the most impressive sight was the tropical night sky. As the sun set and day turned to night, the stars lit up the dark velvet of the sky with unimaginable brightness. They seemed so close you could reach out and touch them. The moon illuminated the earth with a soft light, and the jungle was filled with the sounds of nocturnal creatures - their rustling and cries creating an atmosphere of mystery, as if the forest were whispering its ancient secrets. Giant fireflies lit up the night trails like floating stars, and the deep, bassy voices of toads were like ancient incantations lurking in the shadows of centuries-old trees.

The tropics reminded me that while nature can be harsh and cruel, it can also be incredibly generous and joyful. These places were full of life, joy, and boundless energy, and even in their heat and humidity I found peace and inspiration. In every leaf, every flower and every sound, I saw and felt the greatness of Arda, its unquenchable longing for life and light. Every morning, when the first rays of sunlight gilded the treetops, I greeted the new day with gratitude, feeling that the tropics had not only given me shelter, but a new music, a melody full of joy, life and love for this wonderful world.

[deathcupcake]

Qun on the Rocks

Codex Entry

A recent Drowned District staple, rum is matched with saltwater and presumably seasonal Par Vollen fruit, floated from a dreadnought hold while Antaam are distracted by their own windy Butcher.

Ingredients

For the Cocktail

1.5 oz spiced rum

2 oz guava nectar

.5 oz freshly squeezed lime juice

.5 oz lapsang souchong tea syrup (recipe follows)

.25 oz orange liqueur, such as China-China Amer

1 tsp kosher salt and a pinch of li hing mui powder for garnish (careful, a little li hing goes a long way)

For the Lapsang Souchong Tea Syrup

15g | 1/4 cup whole leaf lapsang souchong tea

475g/ml | 2 cups water

200g | 3/4 cup + 2 Tbsp of white sugar

20g | 2 Tbsp light brown sugar

1/16 tsp salt (optional)

1/16 tsp citric acid (optional)

Syrup Directions

Boil water in a small saucepan

Remove from heat, add the tea leaves, cover and steep for 10-20 minutes

For less tea flavour: strain into the sugar (plus salt and citric acid, if using) and stir until sugar dissolves

For stronger tea flavour: add sugar to tea before straining, allow to sit for 5 minutes, then strain and stir in salt and citric acid, if using

Pour into a clean and sanitized container (preferably glass) and allow to cool to room temp before refrigerating

Preparation

Mix the Li hing and salt on a small plate

Run the lime shell along the rim a double rocks glass

Dip the rim into the ii hing/salt mixture

Specific Ingredients in this photograph

Kraken Black Spiced Rum

Bigallet China-China Amer

Notes

This one took a bit of trial and error before I found a solution I liked. I had a lot of strong flavors vying for attention, and the first try was not sweet enough to combat the sourness of the lime, smoke of the tea, and the salty sourness of the rim.

The lapsang syrup can impart an extremely smoky flavor that might not appeal to some. Use sparingly, or perhaps use a less strong flavor of tea.

I raised the amount of guava nectar and lowered the lime juice to achieve my preferred balance. I felt the overall drink was too sour otherwise.

The recipe I based this off called for curaçao but I prefer the flavor of China-China.

If you can't get li hing, tajin may be a good substitute - a little spicier, less sour.

Overall, really like what I came up with, although I might cut the lapsang syrup back a hair, because I did make a very strong syrup!

Last note: if you look verrry closely, you can see that I used a skull ice cube, but couldn't get it to stay upright or high enough in the glass to really show.

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[soaps-mohawk]

DO CANNED FRUIT EXIST??? I HAVE NEVER HEARD OF IT OR SEEN WHERE I AM

IF ANY, LIKE PINEAPPLE

Yes!!! All kinds of canned fruit exist across the world. Pears, peaches, apricots, pineapple, mandarins (my personal favorite), all mannee od fruit cocktails, plums, cherries, mango, grapefruit, I've seen canned blueberries, blackberries, applesauce comes canned in some places, strawberries, rhubarb, grapes, boysenberries, gooseberries, guava, ackee, longan, breadfruit, lychee, and probably so many others from other countries that I'm missing.

[muckmagister]

what's your favorite kind of juice?

i think upon this often and yet the answer evades me.... i must try more juices. every juice.

that being said, orange juice is an obvious classic, just a fantastic juice honestly, i can't say it's my favourite but it's definitely one of my most common juices. my other common juice is a combination called "byron breeze", which is 15% pineapple, 1.5% lychee, 1.5% calamansi and 81% pear. and it fucking SLAPS, definitely doesn't just taste like pear or pineapple it's surprisingly great.

there's another brand that does fantastic combination juices but they only sell them in 400ml glass bottles and don't get stocked many places😭 but when i can i always try and get a new flavour and they're all so good, like. apple & guava, apple & mango, apple & pineapple, apple & peach, apple & blackcurrant, apple strawberry & grape. wow they almost all have apple huh. it's all great. there's the tropical cocktail flavour too which is also great i just don't actually know what's in it fkjsksjs

the only juices i don't like are when you have like, a plain mango or peach juice but it has an almost syrupy consistency, hate that. there are other even more rare circumstances like a combination juice that added mint (wasn't great imo), or if you taste it and you can just tell the fruits weren't ripe enough

now... my dark past; plain apple juice and i have history. when i was younger, like real early teens, apple juice was my blood. my parents stopped buying the stuff cause i'd guzzle it all before anyone could have any, and i mean like. 2 liter cartons in a day or two. so of course i started buying it myself with my allowance. this continued for far too long. my parents began threatening to ban me from buying it myself. i was unstoppable. until eventually disaster struck, my body itself decided to step in and out of the blue it very quickly went from being a heavenly ambrosia to making me feel like vomiting from just the smell. and so it was: for years afterwards i couldn't get a whiff of apple juice without feeling incredibly ill. i have since recovered but now apple juice is just an alright juice to me nothing crazy like it was.

[togathoughtx]

A Bubbly Brunch Delight: Exploring the World of Mimosas

Mimosas, a classic brunch cocktail, have been delighting taste buds for decades. This effervescent drink, typically a blend of champagne or sparkling wine and orange juice, offers a refreshing and elegant way to start the day. However, the world of Mimosas extends far beyond the traditional orange juice pairing. Let’s explore some creative and delicious fruit juice alternatives to elevate your brunch experience.

Classic Orange:

The quintessential Mimosa, a blend of champagne and fresh orange juice, is a timeless choice. The bright citrus flavor complements the bubbly effervescence of the champagne, creating a balanced and refreshing cocktail. Looking for a top-notch selection of orange juices for your Mimosa, try these high-quality orange juices.

Tropical Paradise:

For a taste of the tropics, consider using pineapple juice. The sweet and tangy flavor of pineapple adds a tropical twist to the classic Mimosa. You can even add a splash of coconut cream for a creamy and indulgent variation. These All-Natural Pineapple Juices are exclusively available here.

Berry Bliss:

Berry lovers will adore a Mimosa made with cranberry, raspberry, or blackberry juice. These berries impart a vibrant color and a burst of fruity flavor. For a truly unique twist, try combining two or more berry juices. Choose your favorite Cranberry, Raspberry, or Blackberry Juice!

Citrus Sensation:

Grapefruit juice offers a tangy and slightly bitter counterpart to the sweetness of champagne. For a more balanced flavor, you can blend grapefruit juice with a sweeter juice like orange or pineapple.

Exotic Elegance:

For a truly exotic Mimosa, experiment with juices like passion fruit, guava, or mango. These tropical fruits add a unique and exotic flavor profile to the classic cocktail.

Tips for the Perfect Mimosa:

Quality Ingredients: Want to try your hand at making Mimosa’s? Check out this selection of Juices on Amazon. Create your very own unique recipe. Use high-quality champagne or sparkling wine and fresh, natural fruit juices for the best flavor. High quality fruit 

Chilling: Chill both the champagne and juice before mixing to ensure a refreshing drink.

Ratio: Experiment with different ratios of champagne and juice to find your preferred taste. A common ratio is 1 part juice to 2 parts champagne.

Garnish: Elevate your Mimosas with a simple garnish, such as a fresh fruit slice or a sprig of mint.

By exploring these diverse fruit juice options, you can create a variety of Mimosas to suit every palate. So, the next time you’re planning a brunch, raise a glass to the endless possibilities of this bubbly delight! You've heard of Food-porn , try to make a Mimosa-Flick

[chaletnz]

Playa Blanca & Raccoon Island

I woke up well rested and enjoyed my bocaqueso, a pastry with cheese and guava jam inside, on the hostel rooftop enjoying the city view. Another guest came up brushing his teeth, I wondered where he would spit - in the pool? There were about a million people milling around the cafe where I was meeting my tour guide for today’s adventure to Playa Blanca but somehow my tour guide Kimberly managed to find me as the one gringo amongst them all. She put me on a full bus where I hobbled to the back and sat next to the window. We made it to Playa Blanca in about an hour and after descending a steep rocky path everyone was separated to their guides for the day. I took off my boot to wade into the water and climb into the boat. It was overloaded with people and I ended up sitting in the front without the sun shade over me. I took a child’s life jacket to wear as it was the only one left as we started to drive over to another part of the beach to collect our guide, Chocolate, where he was swimming with his GoPro. I was told rather rudely to take off the child’s life jacket but they did give me an adult sized one. We drove out about 5 minutes and everyone was invited to jump in and snorkel (funny they called it snorkelling because there were no snorkels, only masks). I stayed in the boat as it looked very difficult to climb back in, which I'd have to do with only one foot. I sat with a severely overheating dog panting frantically that I wanted to hoist up by the harness and throw in to daddy. After the brief snorkel session we took the boat through the mangrove area where we drove alongside an area full of (malnourished) raccoons that climbed out on the branches to the boat to eat squished banana from our hands or grab it with their little hands and scurry away. We stopped at a small island for photos and then we were left on the beach at Playa Blanca. I sat down to put my boot back on and by the time I was done I couldn’t see anyone I recognised. Some guys came over, presumably to try and make me pay for the 5 minutes I was sitting at their beach table so I ignored them and walked away. They wouldn’t let me get away and were trying to get me into a boat to go to a restaurant on another island. I began to panic as I didn’t really know where I was so I tried to ditch these ‘carpers’ and go to a hostel I’d seen a sign for, hoping for wifi. The hostel owner wanted me to pay for a room which I kept insisting I don’t want, as it turned out they didn’t even have wifi there and he was piggy backing on one of the nearby networks. He walked me to the specific bar so the signal would work and demanded a tip for his service which I gave him once it connected and I was able to call the tour company for help. I waited outside this bar for a while but decided to go and get a drink so I could sit away from all the people trying to sell me bracelets, oysters, and other crap. Of course as soon as I had ordered a drink, Kimberly showed up. I got my cocktail to go and followed her to get my lunch of pork, rice, and plantains. It was decent food however I did not want to get a closer look at the kitchen... Kimberly shouted out for the group to assemble and in the time it took me to shake out my towel and put it in my bag, she was nowhere to be seen. I followed some other people I recognised from our bus and took my exact same seat although the bus was only half full going back. I never saw Kimberly again but the driver was destined for Cartagena. He drove through the old town, Getsemaní, and then all the way out to Bocagrande before heading to the airport. I must've missed my stop so the driver let me out and pointed me the way to walk. It was a nice walk back through Getsemaní though and I saw some dancers in Plaza de la Trinidad. I bought an empanada from a little stall but yet again I got ripped off. At the hostel I ended up chatting with the Peruvian girls Ana and Mili and we established that it was my birthday tomorrow and Ana’s the following day so they decided to join my sunset catamaran cruise tomorrow and I was stoked to have the company!