Here we are – day two of my perhaps Quixotic attempt to make up a new drink every day. In an attempt to get through some of the rum, I decided to make an attempt to make a drink that I’d declare as tiki. Why’s that?
Why, Trader Tiki, that’s why.
I asked a couple of people what makes a drink tiki and no one really had a good answer. If you have one, leave it in the comments. But what I think of is rum and fruit juices, really.
However, there’s something else with tiki – I think of the British. That might sound weird, but I think about the British influence especially on the high seas. I really wonder if we’d truly have “tiki” these days without the influence of the British.
Not to mention the East Indian Trading Company even – and we’re talking about someone named TRADER TIKI.
So I did some thinking, some experimenting, and here’s what I ended up with.
The Trader Tiki
1 ounce Lemon Hart 151
1 ounce Plymouth Gin
1 1/2 ounces pineapple juice
1 1/2 ounces passionfruit juice
1 ounce tamarind juice
1/2 ounce allspice dram
2 dashes Trader Tiki’s Aged Falernum Bitters
1/4 (or so) ounces grenadine
Pour the first eight ingredients over ice into a mixing tin. Shake, and pour – unstrained – into a tiki mug. Top with club soda. Garnish with a long swizzle with a piece of pineapple, a lime wedge, and a mint leaf on it.
No, I don’t have a picture for it tonight. Sorry guys. But I’m sipping on one and it’s actually pretty tasty – kind of smokey, but Blair’s a bartender so I’m going to assume he’s usually pretty smokey, too.
And with that unfortunate verbiage behind me, I’m going to go back to watching TV. Until tomorrow night, suckas!
[Second in a series of drinks named after bloggers, mixologists, and random others who'll hopefully be at Tales. The first post in the series is here.]