Let's talk about real cocktails. Not the sweet, syrupy cocktails that your mother drinks. You see, those teetotaling prohibitionists didn't just take our spirits away- they inadvertantly returned them to us worse.
But fear not, friend- we can right this wrong with a little knowledge, a few tools, and a good stiff drink.
During those dark, dry years between the 18th and 21st ammendments we slaked our thirst with whatever could be found quickly and cheaply. We took bathtub gin over aged whiskeys and moonshineries proliferated. The only way we could tolerate the rougher grain liquors was to mask the foul flavor with mixers and syrups. Drinks had to be quick to make and easy to quaff in case the Federals came knocking.
The 'cocktail' was once an artful embellishment of a fine spirit. Prohibition transformed it into an embarassed mask for bootlegged swill.
Luckily you live in a time free from the Bureau of Prohibition. Arm yourself with Robert's revised 1922 guide Cocktails: How to Mix Them. Choose a standalone spirit worthy to drink on it's own, a classic recipe, and take a smug seat at the intersection of freedom* and good taste.
We've built this Man Crate to help you whip up a Sidecar, Manhattan, an Old-Fashioned, or dozens of other classics all for less than the cost of Al Capone's Taxes. With practice, the Boston shaker set, muddler, lemon juicer and strainer will turn you into a libational Swiss Army knife.
Practice frequently. Experiment often. And get off my lawn.
*The freedom to include liquor in our crates would be nice, but we're still fighting that battle.
In a sealed wooden crate with a laser-etched crowbar. No bow, no ribbons, no fluff, and absolutely no instrustions.