Word: liqueured
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...drinks require vodka. Members of the Burlingame Country Club, down the peninsula from San Francisco, have a special drink called the Menlo, a mixture of lemon syrup, soda water, sugar and gin. In Southern California, the Golden Cadillac (Galliano liqueur, crème de cacao, orange juice, cream) is catching on. Chicagoans have taken up the Black Martini (dry vermouth and blackberry brandy), the Brave Bull (tequila and Kahlua) and the Blue Blazer (mulled brandy, Southern Comfort and water). Washingtonians are drinking a new depth charge called the Kraatz No. 1 Special, invented by Hawaiian Businessman Donald Kraatz. The recipe...
Appeal to Youth. Founded as a family wholesale wine dealer in 1875, Heublein moved into distilling and distributing liquor, gradually acquired the importing and distribution rights for many well-known foreign products: Perrier Mineral Water, Harvey's sherries, Rose's Lime Juice, Irish Mist Liqueur, Guinness Stout. In its four plants it now makes vodka, gin, mixed cocktails, a line of liqueurs and several food products, including a breakfast cereal called Maypo. Through acquisitions, the success of its products and some high-powered promotion, the company has boosted its sales from $37 million a decade...
...insists that he is addressing the mind. And if the mind reels, that is just the effect Dubuffet wants. "A work of art," says he, "must have a significance so profound, so universal, so numerous and diverse, that each can drink from it the liqueur that he likes. Never explained (to explain would be to exhaust), never totally deciphered...
...comers. Moving to another nightspot, he gaily twirled a comely Congolese lass around the dance floor, then prevailed on her to join his touring troupe. Someone in the group produced a bottle of Grand Marnier, and from then on the gulps of beer were alternated with slugs of orange liqueur. By the time Lumumba and friends weaved into the lounge at the Hotel Regina several drinks later, the whole party was flying high. As astonished diners gaped and journalists grabbed for their pencils, Lumumba cried: "I am going out of my house tonight to die like Gandhi...
...make much of their loud vows of poverty. To be poor, yak the shirtless ones as they sit scratching in store-front espresso halls, is to be holy, man, holy. But last week, the mendicants of marijuana and mad verse were in the somewhat embarrassing position of monks whose liqueur sells too well. Tourists were snapping up their stuff like Chinese back-scratchers, and the beatniks were starting to rake in the dough...