Monday, November 26, 2007

Bitters Are Not Easy to Find



For all I've read in various articles put forth by the New York Times and the San Francisco Chronicle, that quintessential cocktail ingredient, bitters, sure hasn't made the leap to ubiquity like I'd have expected.

I have read multiple articles discussing the revival of the classic cocktail, how vogue such a drink is today. Each and every time I read one, a mention of bitters points out the ingredient's importance in marrying flavors together. Gin and vermouth are nothing, but add bitters and you have a classic Martini. Whiskey and vermouth, the same; add bitters, and the two dissolute ingredients become one Manhattan.

Well, it sounds mouth watering, Mister. Where can I get these bitters that magically bind the flavors?

First, I must remember that amari and other "digestif" or "aperitif" bitters such as Campari, Cynar, Fernet Branca, Black Balsam, Kummel, Unicum, Malört, etc. are improper. Using these often extremely bitter concoctions is the wrong way to make a cocktail; one must use designated cocktail bitters. Old-school medicinal bitters such as Boonekamp, Underberg, and Swedish bitters may not work either. Their classification has something to imbibe remains dubious.

Abiding all that, I am allowed orange bitters and aromatic bitters, primarily. Some companies supply lemon bitters, peach bitters, and even mint bitters. But who cares? I can't seem to get any of the shit!

I own small bottles of Angostura and Peychaud's aromatic bitters. I also own Fee Brothers and Regan's orange bitters, and Fee Brothers peach bitters. I happened upon the peach bitters at a random liquor store, I ordered all the rest but Angostura online, as Angostura is so ubiquitous, it can be found at grocery stores.

What's the problem then? I have five bottles! Why would I want Hermes aromatic and orange bitters, which I can only buy in person, in Japan? Or Boonekamp, which is available only in Dutch apothecaries? Why would I want orange bitters produced by Angostura or Collins orange bitters, neither of which I have found online or in stores? Or The Bitter Truth, only sold in Germany?

Because I am obsessed. It's not my fault. The New York Times and the San Francisco Chronicle have poisoned my mind with knowledge upon which I cannot act. Commercials are supposed to create a desire we didn't know we had. I've been duped.

Monday, November 12, 2007

The Name of the Rose

I have written before about the names of cocktails and the delicacy therein. If you switch gin to vodka, so they say, you have a Kangaroo rather than a Vodka Martini. Or if Brandy is substituted for Rye, a Manhattan is a Harvard, not a Brandy Manhattan.

But there is an issue here with the categorizing and naming of cocktails. I can only attempt to strike a balance between the "partisans" on either side of this issue, which reflects a common issue with language in general. The central issue here is with the attempts by some purists to create taxonomies for mixed drinks, a subject as nebulous and unmanageable as any other subject that is beholden to human imagination.

Case(s) in point:

I recently suggested in an on-line forum that I love a Manhattan that uses Fernet Branca, a kind of Italian digestive bitters, rather than a traditional cocktail bitters like Angostura. I was promptly rebuked by Drinkboy, an ardent cocktail formalist, who felt that such a drink would require a different name. "I always say," he wrote in defense of his idea "that if someone ordered a Manhattan and you served that, would it seem off [or a surprise] to them?" Today's entry isn't so much to debate that statement, but a lot of questions arise out of his arguments.

For one thing, his denying that a Manhattan made with Fernet Branca is in fact a Manhattan stems from a separation some have created between digestive bitters and cocktail bitters. See, cocktail bitters are "non-potable" and come in small bottles and are used in only trace amounts, whereas digestive bitters like Fernet Branca (or Campari, or other amaros) are more easily tasted and come in larger bottles. (My own bottle was ten ounces, but I can disregard that for these purposes; the classification must stand!)

So something as minute as this separation of two classes of bitters that may influence a whole two drops of a drink can change it from "one Manhattan with Fernet Branca, please" to "rye, vermouth, and Fernet Branca, or insert/invent-name-here, please." Obviously, cocktail naming is a sensitive system. But does it stand up to any scrutiny?

In the nineteenth century, bitters were more commonly used as medicines, and their inclusion in drinks is what actually spawned the name "cocktail." The cocktail was a variation on an earlier form of mixed drink called a "sling," which was a spirit, a sweetening agent, and water. The addition of bitters created a new genre, so now one could order a Gin Sling or a Gin Cocktail. One could also order a Gin Fizz, a Gin Sour, a Rum Collins, a Whiskey Rickey, a Brandy Julep, and so on. Each of these genres mixed the named spirit with requisite ingredients of their own, some very similar in nature, like a sour and a collins, for instance.

Some of these drinks became partitioned themselves. For example, the Sazerac whiskey cocktail and the Old Fashioned whiskey cocktail are both quite traditional; they include whiskey, bitters, ice, and water. It is only the method and the proprietary brands of their ingredients that may sub-specialize the whiskey cocktail species here.

In fact, nineteenth-century cocktails generally used whatever proprietary bitters any given saloon made. If you visited Joe Blow's Saloon in 1895 and ordered a Manhattan, you would get a drink made with whiskey, vermouth, and Joe Blow's house bitters, not necessarily Angostura or Abbott's or some other national brand. So a great variety of bitters were acceptable to the cocktail taxonomists of the century that saw the cocktail's creation. But not the twenty-first century? Now a whole new name is necessary with such a substitution?

One could argue further that, even if a switch in what bitters you use is insufficient for reclassification, switching the spirit is. After all, the spirit is the dominant element of most any mixed drink. And you can't put vodka in a Martini or it isn't a Martini, so rename that chocolatini right now, Miss Yuppie!

Once again, the purists inadvertently create a double-standard. Some time in the nineteenth century, the Sazerac cocktail's main ingredient changed. What originally called for simple syrup, Peychaud's bitters, and Sazerac Brandy started using rye whiskey instead. But the name didn't change! OMG No purists must have been around to hound whoever proposed that travesty.

Well, if either the spirit or the bitters can change without bothering the purist, what about the garnish? Because a Martini is a Gibson when an onion replaces an olive, right? What about when a lemon zest replaces the olive? It turns out that switching back and forth between lemon zest and olive doesn't rile the formalist like the cocktail onion does. I wonder what about an onion makes it so special in comparison to the other two garnishes that it's inclusion warrants renaming the drink.

I will admit that it can be very frustrating for the formalist to see people say that their favorite Martini contains mango-flavored vodka, Kahlua, espresso, sugar, a cherry, some iced cream, maybe some sushi, and whatever the hell else you can imagine. I certainly don't think a Martini contains vodka. But the word "martini" itself is simply following in the footsteps of the word "cocktail" which once meant one specific style of mixed drink but has became an umbrella term, synonymous with "mixed drink." Blame gentrification. Blame suburbanites who want to be classy and thus transform classy drinks (eg, coffee or a Martini)into candy so they can be seen drinking them without the ardor of actually doing so.

But you can't stem the tide of language change. Whether you hate street slang's influence on English, or the internet's, or commercialism in our case, the language moves on, and it never makes much sense wherever it happens to be anyway. Standing around bemoaning its change and insisting we return to the "good old days" doesn't accomplish much beyond looking like an old fart. How much power does a name have anyway? Whether you call it a vodka Martini or a Kangaroo, you're still drinking the same drink. Isn't that right, Mr. Shakespeare?

Monday, November 5, 2007

Of Course It's the Manhattan!



What good is it to write occasionally about [classic] mixed drinks for my own edification and enjoyment (until someone someday finds this site; googling "Angostura is awesome" is a start) if I can't be predictable? I'm sorry, but any blog that begins its run with words like "Sazerac" and "Martini" must inevitably trip over the word "Manhattan" somewhere before its exhausted collapse.


The Manhattan has, through its lifetime, been the least controversial of the big classics. It hasn't been essentially wiped off the map like the Old Fashioned; it has never become associated too closely with one place to be really famous, like the Sazerac; it has never been completely butchered by Winston Churchill and admirers, James Bond, or a legion of Sex in the City-inspired women like the poor Martini has. The Manhattan has managed to remain largely untouched by prohibition and forgetfulness, always simmering but never boiling over.


It's as simple to make as a good Martini (easy to learn, difficult to master), if even easier due to the availability of ingredients. And like any great cocktail, small changes in the ingredients give it life and vitality (not the one you're drinking right now, but the Manhattan population as a whole):



  • Add in a shaker

    1. 2 parts whiskey (Rye is drier and spicier, bourbon smoother and sweeter. Don't be a sissy; use rye.)

    2. 1 part vermouth

    3. one or two dashes aromatic bitters

    4. ice

  • Stir the ingredients thirty times (I swirl, which ain't the best, but DO NOT SHAKE)

  • Strain into a chilled cocktail glass.

  • Garnish with a cherry. Has the cherry been soaked in brandy, or maraschino liqueur, or kirsch? Cuz that makes the drink that much better. Avoid those jars of maraschino cherries, though; they taste like sugar and sugar alone.

Because the Manhattan is essentially the same thing as the Martini, only with a different base spirit, the nuances of the method evince some similarities, as does the relevant jargon. Most Manhattans will be served with Italian, or sweet, vermouth. If you switch that with French, or dry, vermouth, it is a Dry Manhattan. You can also make a Perfect Manhattan by mixing 1/2 sweet vermouth and 1/2 dry vermouth. Orange bitters can be used as well, though I can't think of anything preferable to a single dash of Angostura aromatic bitters. Beware: more than one dash can make the drink taste like a glass full of cloves.


Like the Martini, a Manhattan ceases to be when it's base spirit (and primary ingredient) changes. Vodka makes Martinis Kangaroos. Rye or Bourbon whiskey makes them Manhattans (and vice versa on this level playing field). Switching to Irish whiskey creates a Chelsea, to Scotch, a Rob Roy. Make it with brandy and it's a Harvard. Would you ever ask for something called a "Harvard"? I sure wouldn't.


The flip-side of this affinity with the Martini is that, though the Manhattan had remained largely unadulterated while the Martini suffered through vodka or an ever-increasing need to dry it out--any bartender should still today know how to make a Manhattan that is completely classic--even such exemplary endurance can take a big hit these days. I hear horror stories about Manhattans being made with cherry juice or Kahlua or God-knows-what-else. Again, I must assume it is the yuppie hordes that are bastardizing this survivor, kicking it in its old age.


But anyway, the Manhattan rules. Make it right and it is the best cocktail. Did I just say that?