Word: bourbon
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...India last year, just 1% of total U.S. whiskey exports and an even tinier fraction of the $7.5 billion Indian whiskey market. Coleman is hoping to change that. In October, his trade group organized a three-city tour of India to introduce Indian consumers to the pleasures of bourbon, rye and other American whiskeys. At the New Delhi event, the New York City bar legend Toby Cecchini, who is credited with inventing the Cosmopolitan, mixed classic cocktails and some with an Indian twist, like whiskey sours spiked with ginger, for bar managers and bartenders from the city's top hotels...
...BARCELO: IMPERIAL Put away the brandy: Imperial is a superlative after-dinner treat. After aging for up to 10 years in old bourbon barrels, this Dominican Republic rum emerges full-bodied and tasting of toffee, spice and vanilla. More at ron-barcelo.com...
...sportswriters are male, Gruff, overworked and--as bartenders sometimes put it--overserved. Michael Penner changed the category. As a Los Angeles Times sportswriter, Penner, who died Nov. 27 at 52, worked even harder than most of his colleagues. But he also harbored a secret deeper than a love of bourbon: from a very early age, Penner felt that his male genitalia had been misassigned--and that he was, in the most meaningful ways, a woman. In 2007, after 23 years in the business--a career that included covering the Olympics along with professional baseball and football--Penner shocked the sports...
Known for its creative drink menu, this swank bar at the Charles Hotel won’t disappoint. Seasonal favorites include “My Favorite Brunette,” a mix of buttered bourbon, Stoli Vanil, apple cider, simple syrup and fresh lemon, all for the ultimate reading period indulgence. Don’t have an exam until next week? While you’re at it, knock back a “Noir’s Boudoir,” a cocktail of Stoli Vanil, espresso, Godiva Mocha, Kahlua, and cream. Tastes like Christmas...
...blending his unique brand of gravelly gravitas with the schmaltzy sound of sleigh bells to surprisingly pleasant effect. Hilariously backed by a perfectly earnest bunch of session singers, Dylan’s rough-hewn voice crackles over their happy harmonizing like an old uncle with a bit too much bourbon in him. Whether he’s gleefully awaiting Saint Nick’s arrival in “Here Comes Santa Claus” or politely growling an invitation to join him in a “Winter Wonderland,” Dylan’s amusement is audible...