This past week has been crappier than a single outhouse at a statewide chili cookout.  At least I got to make a new drink.  The name describes how I’ve been feeling for a few days, if you subtract the ‘charmingly’.

Charmingly Offensive

2 oz Appleton Estate rum
.5 oz Aquavit
.5 oz Campari
.5 oz St Germain

Stir with ice and strain into a coupe.  Or a cocktail glass.  Or whatever the really pretty thing in the picture is.  Fuck it.  Whatever gets it into your mouth faster.  Carve out an orange twist over the drink to get some of the oil in there.  Spiral it around like you care and drop it in.  Kick a puppy.

It’s bitter.  It’s weird.  It’s sitting on top of a bear.  Two of these are describe me at the moment.  And I don’t  have a bear, or it would be three.

Happy national margarita day.