This cocktail has a lot of things I like. It’s old. It has Rye, absinthe and screwball ingredients (Peychaud’s bitters). Oh, and it’s a good cocktail. According to David Wondrich in Esquire Drinks, the cocktail takes it’s name from the from the Sazerac de forge et Fils congnac with which it was originally made before the Civil War. On this note, Ti Adelaide Martin and Lally Brennan, in their book In the Land of Cocktails: Recipes and Adventures from the Cocktail Chicks, claim that the switch to rye came when phylloxera wiped out the grapes in France, making cognac hard to get in this country. They also make the bold, though perhaps slightly un-Southern, assertion the would rather use cognac than bourbon if rye isn’t available. I agree.
This cocktail (again a David Wondrich assertion) likely shares a common heritage with the early version of the Old Fashioned Cocktail before the advent of muddled fruit. I should probably do a post on that one as well. Wondrich goes on to bemoan how the cocktail really can’t be made without absinthe. From the eyes staring from behind my cocktail glass, this wasn’t a problem. Now, onto the drink…
- A sugar cube
- 2 1/2 oz Rye Whiskey
- 3 drops Peychaud’s Bitters
- 1 dash Angostura Bitters
- 1/2 oz. Absinthe
Chill a rocks glass well in the freezer. In a second rocks glass, muddle the sugar cube with a few drops water. Add a few ice cubes. Add the rye and bitters. Stir well. Add the absinthe to the chilled cocktail glass and swirl to coat. Drink any of the absinthe doesn’t stick to the glass (you’d be surprised by how many cocktail books proffer the idiotic advice to pour out the left over absinthe). Strain the cocktail into the absinthe coated glass and garnish with a twist of lemon.
A couple of my thoughts… I think a fresh ice cube or two keeps the drink from getting warm (heresy to Sazerac drinkers). If you haven’t lost all control of decorum at that though, a splash (less than a couple of ounces) of seltzer from a soda siphon (outright blastphemy to Sazerac drinkers) really makes this drink a bit more approachable. Okay, I now can’t go to New Orleans without risking lynching, but there you have it.
A special thanks to B for her stellar photography of this cocktail (and a fair number of the others that I didn’t mention).
P.S. If any of my readers prefer beer to cocktails, and happen to be going to Oshkosh, Wisconsin, be sure to check out Riding the Tavern Beer Trail, where you can read about the exploits of my in-laws and their friends as they drink a beer in the 60+ taverns in Oshkosh.