Mixology Quotes

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Scott Lynch
“Sophara scrawled orders on a slate and handed it to one of the libationarians, whose encyclopedic knowledge of the contents and locations of all the bottles kept the bar running.”
Scott Lynch, Rogues

Michelle Collins Anderson
“Shine was a fast study, learning how to make anything and everything the thirsty crowd at the Southern Club might desire--- an old-fashioned, sidecar, gin rickey or Tom Collins. Drinks neat, straight up or on the rocks. Martinis that were dirty, extra-dirty or downright filthy.
But she was at her best when she went off script. If someone answered her "What'll you have?" with "What's good?," Shine was off and running. She loved showcasing the Strong moonshine, with its smooth burn or fruity flair. And Shine often cut the standard spirits with sparkling sodas or fruit juices. The women who frequented the Southern Club loved her concoctions, so much more delicious to sit and sip than a cheap unadorned glass of hooch that hit your innards like a hot burning coal--- and was almost as tasty. Why just drink to get drunk when you could enjoy every swallow along the way? Shine calibrated the right balance of sweet, sour and salt in her creations, plus she knew how to finish, garnish and heighten a drink's appeal with a salute to Lidy: snippets of rosemary, thyme and basil; crushed mint; colorful slices of strawberries, melon and peaches; hot peppers and cool cucumbers along with the standard olives, lemons and limes.
Plus, Shine had a certain charm. Who could resist being told by an attractive, flame-headed young woman to "stop swilling the cheap stuff" and "hang on to your hat" as she set down a cocktail she came up with especially for you?
Everyone loved her. She was good for business. Very good.”
Michelle Collins Anderson, The Moonshine Women

Michelle Collins Anderson
“She reached below the bar to her stash of “extras” and removed a gorgeous, ripe peach, from a last-of-the-season batch brought all the way from Texas. Grabbing a sharp knife and a cutting board, she quickly cut the fruit in half, expertly slicing between its fuzzy round shoulders along the suture. Once cleanly halved, the peach easily popped out its pit when she touched the tip of her knife beneath it. She set half aside and quickly diced the other into pieces. She chose a rocks glass from the shelf behind her and filled it with fresh ice. Then she threw a handful of dripping peach chunks, a sprig of mint and a spoonful of her brown sugar simple syrup into a silver cocktail shaker, muddling the contents briefly but thoroughly— too much muddling would make the mint taste bitter.
Capone was mesmerized by all the activity on his behalf. Then she added ice, two shots of the Strong’s peachy shine and rattled that shaker like her life depended on it. Maybe it did.
She strained the chilled liquid into the glass, splashed ginger beer on top and then garnished the sunset-colored drink with fresh mint and a peach slice.
Shine placed the glass in front of Capone; it was perfection.”
Michelle Collins Anderson, The Moonshine Women