…wherefore art thou, Maraschino:
Drinkage, Liqueurs, Maraschino 18 Comments »Sometimes things converge nicely, and sometimes they don’t (see: static electricity + Hindenburg or celluloid + Michael Bay + my eyes) and in this case, they did. I was contacted and subsequently interviewed in October by Jessica Troiano of Columbia News Service on a piece she was researching regarding the resurgence of classic cocktail by both enthusiasts and professionals alike, and specifically, the role Maraschino Liqueur has played (read her fine ‘Maraschino (No, Not the Cherry) Makes a Comeback’ article here). During the course of the interview I told her I had yet to land a bottle of Luxardo Maraschino Liqueur and, unfortunately, had only tried Stock’s liqueur which I understood to be an inferior product. Oddly enough, on a trip to Kansas City, MO the following week and in visiting a couple of liquor stores I came across I happened upon a lone and not-too-dusty bottle of Luxardo Maraschino on a shelf next to Strega and a shady-looking Tequila of dubious origin. Naturally, thrilled with finding such a treasure in an otherwise fruitless venture, I bought it and let it sit in its wicker-wrapped goodness. Now, if you haven’t clicked above and read the article, do so. I even referred her to Darcy who has a bit in there and she takes the trouble to clear up the pronunciation, so check it out and then come back. Read More »
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