What’s the oddest garnish you’ve seen?

Whether present for flavor or looks (usually both), the humble garnish works hard to differentiate your drink.

Differing schools of thought rule the citrus peel. Many a mixologist has expressed a peel over my drink. But what happens next differs. Some drop the peel into the drink. Some circle the rim with the peel first. Others believe that rubbing the peel on the stem of the glass is the proper next step, as it leaves warm citrus notes on the drinker’s hand and adds to the nose of the drink.

I’ll update as I receive more interesting examples. Comments about your oddest garnishes are welcome!

A Sacred Undertaking

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Sacred Gin (and more) handsomely arrayed at Whitechapel for Sacred’s tasting and event. A wonderful night of rare flavors.

Above all, your humble narrator loves gin.

Sacred Gin hit my radar in London a few years ago, where the excellent history Gin Glorious Gin: How Mother’s Ruin Became the Spirit of London upended my itinerary and sent me instead in search of Sacred Gin at Gerry’s and cocktails at Artesian, Nightjar, and Callooh Callay.

Nestled in my checked luggage, a bottle of Sacred’s London Dry survived the return voyage to California where it now holds a place of honor among my bottles. American markets don’t offer the London Dry so cocktails made from it are few and far between in my home.

Therefore, Sacred’s event at renowned gin palace Whitechapel required a pilgrimage.

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The Cardamom G&T using Sacred’s Cardamom Gin

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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Lest you imagine that 2012 cocktail color trends are hopelessly outdated, let me propose that everything English writes was previously foreseen by Irish poet William Butler Yeats, who wrote of rises, falls, returns, and bright blue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