The unknown delight

This cocktail was imbibed October 10, 2015 at Melrose Umbrella Company in Los Angeles, California.


History does not record the drink’s contents or name. However, taking into account the bar, logic dictates that it was off the hook delish.

Interestingly, those appear to be standard candylike maraschino cherries rather than the Luxardo marachinos more often used at quality joints. Melrose Umbrella Company’s credentials are beyond dispute so I propose that it takes a hella confident place to use the candy cherries. Or perhaps they are tomatoes — though I don’t think this is their Dry Rub cocktail, which does use cherry tomatoes. That one has a rim of BBQ spices, I believe. All truth is lost to the fog of time (and drink)!

Coupe tales intends to return to Melrose Umbrella Company shortly. Research, I promise, will be conducted.

Amante Amaro, Heritage Tavern

The Amante Amaro at Heritage Tavern in Madison, WI. Cynar, Cynar 70, housemade artichoke tincture, guajillo pepper and porter syrup, lemon, fir tips.


Though I didn’t sip the Amanate Amaro until August 2016, I’d first craved it in January, when someone sent me an image of its description on the menu.

Artichoke enthusiasts will note the layers here. Cynar AND Cynar 70? (Equal parts, I eventually learned.) Artichoke tincture boosts the flavors in the famously artichoke-inspired amaro — especially helpful if, like me, you find Cynar to taste inadequately of artichokes.

Upon learning of this drink I reached out to Heritage Tavern to ask about their housemade artichoke tincture. The detailed response underscored my firm belief that bartenders are the friendliest artists that an enthusiast can speak with. Here are some selections from the information that Bar Manager Clinton told me:
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I’m trying to tell you now it’s sabluetage

Now alerted to the trend by the honorable Camper English of Alcademics, I hereby swear to be on the lookout for instances of sabluetage.

Lest you imagine that 2012 cocktail color trends are hopelessly outdated, let me propose that everything English writes was previously foreseen by Irish poet William Butler Yeats, who wrote of rises, falls, returns, and bright blue things in his 1933 poem “Lapis Lazuli”:

All things fall and are built again
And those that build them again are gay.

-Yeats, 1933