junglebird
It's the absolute, death row, cocktail that I would love to reckon with, sip by sip. Rum is a severely underrated liquor, the scope of which can derail me from the subject at hand. Do you want to challenge me? Dying and begging for my last sip, do I ask for a Tiki drink? do I ask for a cocktail sipper? do I ask for something mature? the junglebird is a sense of maturity that doesn't address itself as mature. It's a cocktail who knows who it is. Notes of maturity who aligns with campari and tiki notes that linger among pineapple and rum. This is the embodient of myself, someone you can party with, someone you can take home to the parents, and someone that can talk among the c-suite executive, and endorse their professionalism but make them feel grounded to the working class.