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Excerpt from the plaque:
“Cocktail Time”: Throughout history our ancestors have carved “hold stones”. Many of these, particularly those in Cornwall, UK, are known as Men-an-Tol. Of course, they are associated with many folklores. One of the local legends claims that if a at a full moon a woman passes through the holed stone seven times backward, she will soon become pregnant.
For me the wonder is to pass through a stone, to see what is within it and to touch the passage of time. As the sun passes on its daily route, I started to draw the shape of the circle’s shadow in the stone dust around 5:00. I could see each day that the shadow would move slightly in a direction indicating that the days were getting longer or shorter. I also know when it was Cocktail Time.
This is the most photographed sculpture in the garden. It makes me believe that we are all connected at our core by the same primal feelings.
Carved from Muskoka Granite, blasted from the Canadian Shield near Bala, Ontario.
The hubby tends to cheat so Elliott is there to warn his mommy! A rescue will always support the caring hand ;P.
Yup, we love a good game of uno while sipping our drinks on an outdoor terrace :).
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The Sazerac Bar in the Roosevelt Hotel. New Orleans. January 2012. Single-shot HDR.
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Because it’s the holidays, and because we are all likely to be consuming copious amounts of sweets this time of year, I hope to offer you a temporary respite from your sugar coma with a salty, savory snack. These salty, spicy, rosemary-infused roasted nuts are so simple to make and will fill your kitchen with the wonderful earthy and woodsy aroma of rosemary as they come out of the oven.
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The Seiko Cocktail Time’s design is the product of a special collaboration between Seiko and Mr. Ishigaki Shinobu, an award winning Japanese bartender. Based on a cocktail from the master mixologist, the SARB065 is characterized by its blueish sunburst dial and 6R15 automatic movement.
Photo: Thomas Ohlsson Photography
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God's own junkyard is literally at my door step but I have never paid a visit and I was totally blown away, if you have not been then I suggest you pay it a visit.
I really struggle with composing this shoot as there are so many other lights around it is hard to single one sign out.
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The Seiko Cocktail Time’s design is the product of a special collaboration between Seiko and Mr. Ishigaki Shinobu, an award winning Japanese bartender. Based on a cocktail from the master mixologist, the SARB065 is characterized by its blueish sunburst dial and 6R15 automatic movement.
Photo: Thomas Ohlsson Photography
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July is here and so is the heart of summer! Time for sun, fun and delicious cocktails! 🍹☀️
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Canât wait for #soberoctober to be over so I can get back in the game
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La Casita Gastown
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Delivery, lunch, dinner and events!
101 West Cordova str, V6B 1E1
Vancouver, BC, CANADA
Phone: 604 646 2444
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Now thats a big drink! Lol!
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La Casita Gastown
Mexican Food Restaurant
Delivery, lunch, dinner and events!
101 West Cordova str, V6B 1E1
Vancouver, BC, CANADA
Phone: 604 646 2444
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Enjoy a refreshing evening with our super delicious cocktails! Yamas!!!
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$6 fresh peach margaritas and $3 mini margaritas
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La Casita Gastown
Mexican Food Restaurant
Delivery, lunch, dinner and events!
101 West Cordova str, V6B 1E1
Vancouver, BC, CANADA
Phone: 604 646 2444
Mom: Oh, that's me again with the burgers. And there's the bar in the background.
Me: So tell me about your bar.
Mom: Well, that was the little bistro table where Daddy and I ate. But we needed a bar. Uncle John put up that little shelf there.
Me: Did people just help themselves to the bar?
Mom: Yeah. Mainly the men. I believe Nanny and Aunt Millie would have Orange Blossoms, although maybe not here. I think we just put all the liquor we had out.
Me: The idea of you having a fully stocked bar...
Mom: Well, it was for when we had friends over, too. Nowadays, people expect wine. That's all I have in my house now.
Me: I'm not sure why this picture was taken or kept.
Mom: Well, I guess because Frank was in it, and it showed him relaxing after a great meal. Nanny liked him.
Me: Why is that?
Mom: Well, he thought he was smart, and he didn't talk a lot, and she thought that showed the signs of a very intelligent man.
Me: What was he like?
Mom: I always liked him, myself. He was quiet, but he was always nice to me. He was a warm man.
Me: I see cocktails. What kind of cocktails would they be?
Mom: Daddy used to make...what did Nanny like? Orange Blossoms. It's a gin drink? I think he used grenadine instead of sugar. He used to help Uncle John (Cookie's father) at the Royal Tavern a lot, so your grandpa knew how to mix drinks. Why are you laughing?
Me: Well, when you said helping, I assumed he was helping with the HVAC or whatever. Not with mixing drinks.
Mom: The what?
Me: The heating-ventilation-air-conditioning, etc.
Mom: Your grandpa used to work for Kool-A-Keg. And they installed cooling equipment for the beer and that sort of stuff for the bars. They weren't into air-conditioning yet. Anyway, he made Orange Blossoms. My godfather (Cookie's Uncle John) taught him to make me a Sloe Gin Fizz. (I was over eighteen!) I liked them, they were sweet. In fact, he even bought over a bottle of sloe gin. I do think Uncle John (Aunt Millie's Uncle John) used to like martinis.
Me: Who was smoking the cigar?
Mom: That was probably Uncle John. He liked his cigars. Ugh, the smell was awful.
Me: Did he like cheap cigars?
Mom: I guess. They weren't cigars like they sell today. I doubt they were the cheapest, but they weren't the most expensive. It's funny, my father never liked them.
In 1988, at a wee shop on the Isle of Skye, I spent more money than I'd ever spent up until then for a single bottle of liquor. It was a bottle of Talisker Isle of Skye Pure Highland Malt Scotch Whisky, distilled in 1956 and bottled only a few weeks before my arrival in Scotland (that made it a 32-year-old, in case you don't want to do the math). Last night (as I wrote in June of '04), we finished it off. It was time.
My four days on the Isle of Skye were absolutely magical (remind me to write about them one day) and included a quest to visit the piping musuem (a.k.a. The Skye Piping Centre) on the Duirinish Peninsula, a ways north up the B884 almost all the way to the end of the road at Dunvegan Head. I really love the Highland pipes (shut up) and was determined to visit the museum, but everyone I mentioned it to said the same thing: "Och, the museum's rather boring, really. You'll be through the whole thing in about ten minutes." Stubborn Irish-American bastard that I am, I declined to listen.
I ended up having a lovely lunch at a wee restaurant (whose name escapes me) just outside Dunvegan, and just a bit down the road was an even more wee thatched cottage with a sign out front that simply said "The Whisky Shop." Well, that's too intriguing not to investigate. I walked over, opened the door, ringing the attached bell.
It was a long, narrow space, with the counter at the far end. Wall to wall, floor to ceiling, bottles of whisky, very few of which I'd even heard of at the time. (Even now, I'll bet there were some obscure ones you rarely see over here.)
I chatted with the very nice proprietor for a while, then asked him to show me something wonderful. Without hesitation he directed my attention to two bottles on shelves right next to the register, with newly-typed description cards below. "It's our own malt, from right here on the island," he said. "These whiskies have just come out of the oaken casks and were just bottled a few weeks ago." There were a 34-year-old 1954 vintage and a 32-year-old 1956, the former considerably more expensive than the latter. I asked him what they were like, and he knocked off a rather florid description of the '54; when he tried to describe the '56, though, he was actually speechless for a moment, searching for the right words. Finally he said, "It's absolutely glorious."
The sensible part of me didn't want to spend that much money, particularly since it was late in the trip and I was running low on cash. We continued to chat, and he asked me what I was up to for the day. When I told him, he said, "Well now, I wager you'll find the piping museum to be a bit boring -- you'll get through the whole thing in about ten or fifteen minutes." Sigh. Thanks, but I think I'll go up anyway.
It was a lovely drive, up along the mountains of Beinn na Creiche, Ben Ettow and Ben Skriaig, through Colbost, Borreraig and Galtrigill, up to the Skye Piping Centre just about at the end of the road. It was fairly boring, and I was finished with it in about ten or fifteen minutes. Sigh.
As I drove back, I passed The Whisky Shop again, and without a conscious thought my hands quickly turned the wheel until I was back in my same parking place from earlier. In through the front door, making that little bell ring ... to be greeted by booming laughter from behind the counter. "I knew you'd be back," said the proprietor, who had already wrapped up a bottle of the '56 Talisker for travel. I thought, "Feck it," and tossed my credit card on the counter. How long will it be before I'm ever here again, and when will I ever have the opportunity to drink a thirty-two-year-old whisky that isn't even exported from the island? There isn't anything I can buy that'll make me remember my experiences on Skye more than that bottle.
I decided to hold on to the bottle unopened, and to wait for an appropriate occasion to present itself before I opened it. Six years it sat sealed, wrapped in bubble wrap inside a padded envelope on the floor against the wall in the very back of my closet (well-protected against earthquake, don't ya know) ... six years. Sometime in 1994 an occasion presented itself, and I smacked myself on the head for not having opened it a bit earlier. Off came the cap, and a wee dram went into the glass.
It was ... absolutely glorious.
I kept that bottle for a total of sixteen years. It didn't come out of its hiding place very often -- sometimes for very special occasions, sometimes to share with close friends. This was The Good Stuff, not casually consumed. Now it's 2004, a new century, in a new house and with life going in all kinds of interesting directions. I had about two inches of that whisky left, and I began to worry that with so little left in the bottle its quality might begin to deteriorate. Plus, we had new whiskeys to try -- from Ireland we'd brought back a bottle of Midleton Very Rare, the 2003 bottling (of which we are the owners of numbered bottle No. 56). This was a splurge -- Midleton is perhaps the finest of blended Irish whiskeys, being a blend of 16- to 24-year-old single malts personally chosen and blended by Master Distiller Barry Crockett. On their recent visit to Los Angeles, our friends with whom we stayed in Galway brought over a bottle of Bushmills 21-Year-Old Malt, matured in Bourbon and sherry barrels and finished in Madeira casks, so we're pretty good for fine sippin' whiskey. I decided it was time to put my old friend Talisker to bed.
We had a few friends over one evening in June of 2004, quaffed some Moscow Mules and Cocktails à la Louisiane, scarfed down some red beans 'n rice (it was Monday, after all) and for a postprandial tipple, out came the Talisker. There was enough left in the bottle for exactly five one-ounce servings, down to the very drop -- ma auld freend knew exactly how many Scots whisky drinkers would be there, no doubt. Into each single malt glass went a wee drop of Gleneagles Mineral Water (bottled at the natural source in Blackford, Perthshire, Scotland) to open up the flavour. We toasted to 1956 (the birth year of one of our guests), and sipped.
Yer man's still right -- what a glorious drink, going down as smooth as the finest silk. The nose featured honey, vanilla and honeysuckle notes; on the palate it's slightly smoky without overwhelming the lingering notes from the nose; on finish, you get a whiff and spray of the sea. Now it's gone.
Fine spirits are meant to be drunk, not hoarded. I'd had this one long enough, and it was high time to enjoy it and move on. It would have been far worse if I'd saved it for so long that the remaining amount had deteriorated in quality. Besides, he had a worthy successor -- while it might not be a 32-year-old, that 21-year-old Bushmills was pretty amazing in its own right.
I'm never throwing that bottle away, though.
The photo was taken on the veranda in the back of our house, with the bottle perched precariously on the railing. Also, in the unlikely event you need to translate the post headline, try The Online Scots Dictionary.
Epilogue: Please sir, I want some more!
When I was a kid in my mid-twenties, travelling around Ireland and Scotland for a month on a tight budget, I didn't think that splurging on whisky was necessarily a great idea. Faced with the absolute gloriousness of that '56 Talisker, though, I decided not to give it a second thought, and did The Bad Thing With The Credit Card. Easy peasy.
As I recall, at the time that whisky cost me £85, which at 1988 exchange rates was about $144 (adjusted for inflation and current lousy exchange rates, it'd be about $257.15 in today's dollars ... feck). That was a pretty penny back then (still is), and it took a wee while to pay off that credit card bill -- that not being my only deferred expense, of course. While writing the above post with the empty Talisker bottle next to my computer, I decided to do some Googling and see if there was any chance that that whisky was still available and, if so, how much it would cost.
I quickly found myself at The Whisky Exchange, which has a catalogue section with many rare and old bottles for sale. They had, in fact, an entire page devoted to Talisker. Listed right there was the current price, and a tempting link that said "Buy". I looked at the price for a minute, thought ... well, that's a lot, but that doesn't necessarily seem so bad. Then I did the conversion from sterling into dollars ...
The listed price, with the VAT removed for us non-E.U. residents, was a mere £339.57 per bottle, which at today's rate of exhange for the pound sterling comes out to $624.04. Europeans subject to VAT pay £398.99 per bottle, or $732.72.
(*glerp*)
Um, maybe we'll just stick with that Bushmills 21 for the time being, a bargain at about 15% of the price. (If I win da Lott'ry, though, I'm buyin' a case of that stuff.)