Canada and Denmark are playing tug-o-war with a wee bit of territory in the Arctic, and they’re doing so in the most goddamn adorable manner: by staking claim with bottles of liquor.
The tiny, unknown town of Neversink, New York, has finally pried itself from under the oppressive throes of Prohibition and served its first drop of liquor for the first time since 1935. It’s about to be a problem in Neversink, New York.
After more than a century, there is now a single place in Bournville, England—a village built by the founders of Cadbury candy, and still closely tied to the company—where you can buy a goddamn drink. Not everybody is thrilled.
Up until recently, you could saddle up to any ole liquor store in New Hampshire and ask a worker what you needed to make a cocktail like the Stripper Mom, the Panty Dropper, or (your personal favorite) the Busted Rubber. Not anymore, though! Thanks to the P.C. thought and cocktail police, all of these drinks with…
As we approach Independence Day, let’s all take a moment to remember those colonials turned citizens of a new nation, who fought the British, carved out new political customs, and drank constantly.
Humanity has spent centuries seeking a Fountain of Youth, and of course the most straightforward method is simply to ask the very long-lived how they did it. This lady says: BOOZE!
The next time you find yourself dining in Dubai (as one does), consider wetting your whistle with a $150 bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling white wine, with flecks of edible 24-carat gold leaf. You see, the bubbles make the gold dance, like a very expensive snow globe.
It only took a decade, but it looks like America is perhaps finally losing its taste for revolting new varieties of flavored vodka. Guess everyone finally realized that candy corn is bad anyway; the only thing that makes it worse is combining it with vodka.
Um, this is about to be tearing up some Bloody Mary's at my next brunch (and probably also some buttholes).
In this life, we can wear many hats. E.L. James is not only a fan of dirty dirty sex writing, she's also a vino aficionado. The scandalous (?) author is launching a collection of wines inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey, and they're coming (sorry) to an Albertsons near you.
We'll drink to that!
I don't really like alcohol that much. I mean, I definitely drink it—I like a wine or a cocktail (and a cocktail and a cocktail) on a Friday afternoon—but I'm not one of those people who, say, sips a fine oaky bourbon and is all, "Oh, impudent...aspirational...cryptic...NEEDS MORE LOAM." I don't give a shit. Just…
Yeah, laugh it up now, assholes — because you're gonna be crying as soon as you find out exactly how many calories are in that 78-ounce mango tangotini.
The folks at SLO Down Wines want you to pair their Sexual Chocolate vinage with pizza, pot, and pony play. I'm listening.
First: '"Hopped-Up", because Easter, bunnies, etc. — yeah? I know it's a bit of a stretch, but fuck it; let's all get hopping drunk on Easter by consuming large quantities of Peep-infused vodka.