Born in New Orleans from the union of American Malt and Absinthe, the Sazerac is stiff like a voodoo skeleton and as dense as a sultry Southern night. Pray you find one on your doorstep after midnight, rather than a scattering of chicken bones.
With American Malt, whipped cream, egg whites, maple syrup and a splash of coffee, this is more of a decadent desert than cocktail. Best enjoyed in the drawing room whilst wearing your best velvet smoking jacket.
It’s the simple things that make life worth living. If there’s a missing shaker of salt it will be found with a sip and a savour of this classic cocktail. Sichuan pepper and saline dreams are at the tip of the tongue…feel free to just waste away.
When the ancient Highland Scots first chilled their whisky on cold rocks, you could say they were on to something. With Lyre’s Highland Malt, in a dignified blend of toffees, peat, and oaks, you could say we’re on to something too.