Endless Possibilities Beyond Just Opening Bottles

‘Spin To See Who Pays’ bottle opener, by HYDE.

Available at Partners & Spade

1 Business Day Until Christmas

Russian Standard Gold Vodka ($45)

2 Business Days Until Christmas

Until the Friday before Christmas, we’ll be posting one product a day to help make the holiday the most gifted one yet

Jack Spade Good Grief Glasses ($38 for set of two)

Charles Dickens’ Hot Rum Punch

David Wondrich created a recipe which is as faithful to that of Dickens’ time as possible.

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Nips: Hpnotiq

You shouldn’t drink antifreeze. Just in case this isn’t obvious there are numerous safeguards in place to prevent people from boozing the stuff, including skull and crossbones on the label and an additive called denatonium (the bitterest substance known to man). The main ingredient in antifreeze, ethylene glycol, is sweet, smooth, and clear. It’s delicious and costs about six dollars a gallon, just one fifth the price of Popov Vodka. You can see why it’s tempting. So to make it absolutely, completely and totally obvious that humans should not consume it, manufacturers color it bright blue, the color of deadly poison.

I don’t know what Hpnotiq tastes like because I didn’t drink it. Obviously.

—Arlo Crawford

This Guy.

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Nips: Oh Canada

You should go for a trip with your dad. To Canada maybe; to Campobello Island where FDR had a summer home, or to Lac Manicouagan to do some canoeing. You can eat corned beef for breakfast, ham sandwiches for lunch at a rest stop picnic table, dinner at an okay steakhouse. You can stay at a motel called the Bluebird or the Leaping Deer. After dinner you and your dad can drink some Oh Canada together; use the two cups the motel leaves wrapped in plastic (“sanitized for your protection”), and give him a little more than he’s used to drinking. Then sit and watch the TV, talk about your mom, work, sports, and wait until your dad is snoring with his glasses still on.

Oh Canada tastes like maple syrup because it’s made from maple syrup. It’s only 52 proof but those are Canadian measurements, so who really knows.

—Arlo Crawford

Nips: Bärenjäger

Honey is sweet. It’s the cuddliest form of fructose, the province of cable knits, chamomile, cute beekeepers. All summer long the little workers have been buzzing around in their stripy, fuzzy suits, collecting the essence of the blossoms and the grasses, distilling summer. But now it’s fall, the beekeepers are hanging it up, and it’s time to go hunting bears. The general name for this type of liqueur is Bärenfang, “bear bait” in German, and it was first produced during the fifteenth century in the former East Prussia. If the gothic blackletter script on the bottle doesn’t give it away, it’s tough honey.

Bärenjäger tastes like something that grandmothers sneak sips of from a bottle hidden behind the apple bin, golden and a little spicy. It’ll get you buzzed.

—Arlo Crawford

Take The Guesswork Out Of Pouring Beer From A Can

Japan’s Beer Hour Can Beer Dispenser

Nips: Wild Turkey

Whiskey is what we drink in America. It’s what our cowboys were drinking when they drove the American Bison extinct just because it was fun to shoot them. It’s what Thomas Edison was drinking when he invented the electric chair. It’s what our boys overseas were drinking when they liberated Kuwait. It’s what heroes drink. So what’s up with whiskey brand names? Old Granddad. Old Crow. Wild Turkey. The truth is that Americans love eagles, but we also love the mean-as-hell, knobbly-headed, decrepit old turkey. We like them stringy, whip smart, and cold eyed. If you’ve ever shot your old lady down, if you do dirty deeds and you do ‘em dirt cheap, if you’re Axl Rose, then pour yourself a double.

The dominant taste is alcohol, since it’s one hundred and one proof. That extra one proof stuck on the end (which you might think is just gratuitous) actually serves a key function: it’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

—Arlo Crawford

Nips: Fernet Branca

The city of San Francisco consumes almost fifty percent of the Fernet Branca imported into the United States, but it’s not the kind of thing you drink while buying a Property of Alcatraz sweatshirt, or while fending off West Nile infected seagulls at Fisherman’s Wharf, or picking up a Penguin Classic copy of On the Road at City Lights Bookstore. You’re supposed to drink it on a Sunday morning at Ocean Beach while illegally fishing for Dungeness Crab with a few old Chinese guys as hungover as you are; on a Saturday afternoon in Dolores Park while trying to ignore the thwack of tennis balls and keeping an eye out for the pot truffle guy; on a Wednesday night while lying in bed and discussing whether Sutro Tower could fall over and pin you to your bed, squirming and bleeding, during a massive earthquake.

It tastes like the poison that the wicked queen used to try and kill Snow White. In San Francisco it’s traditional to order it with a ginger ale back but, hell, let your freak flag fly.

—Arlo Crawford

Kate Moss Thursdays

This Kate needs a drink

Russian Standard Imperia Vodka

This vodka gets an A+ for leaving me social and interested in talking to strangers.

Shrunken Heads in Cider

These would be a hit regardless of the occasion.

Recipe courtesy of 365 Days of Halloween

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Beeri

The Siri-controlled beer bot from redpepper

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Santa Cruz Colt 45 Tall Boy Cruzer

Like the rest of the Santa Cruz x Pabst collabs, this deck comes equipped with a built-in bottle opener even though the beers are in cans or twist-offs.

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The Crooked I

Nate Dogg and Snoop lead things off in this look back at one of the best advertising campaigns ever, for none other than St. Ides.

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Steve Powers Beer Cozies (2nd Edition)

After selling out the first edition of collapsible cozie sets by Steve Powers, we’re proud to announce the release of a second foam edition. Unlike the first, you are able to purchase these cozies individually through our store. Plus, as an added benefit for those living in the NYC area, the cozies can be purchased exclusively through The Hole’s bookstore on the Bowery.

Buy some cozies here

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The Saddest Ice Cubes

Polar Ice by Atsuhiro Hayashi

Available through Monos

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