The HopBox is a home brewing kit contained in a handcrafted pine and aromatic cedar wood box. Complete with a drawer and compartments for all the equipment, the HopBox enables you to brew at home and contain the mess that occurs when you try to channel your inner-booze chemist.
Anyone who has ever spent a joyous, long afternoon picking crabs and drinking beer has an idea of how this seasonal beer from Flying Dog tastes. Brewers spent 6 months with the spice experts at OLD BAY developing this summer treat. On shelves Memorial Day through Labor Day in Maryland, DC, Virginia, West Virginia, Pennsylvania, Delaware, New Jersey, New York, and North Carolina.
The Alcohol and Tobacco Tax and Trade Bureau recently approved a new powdered alcohol not-so-cleverly named “Palcohol.” Coming in seven flavors, from “Margarita” to “Kamikaze”, the powdered mixes will be available in the fall, just in time for the start of tailgate season.
KNOB CREEK SWEET & SPICY TEA
Recipe by Zac Matthews, Mixologist
2 parts Knob Creek Rye
2 parts Southern Style “Sweet Tea” (*recipe below)
¼ part Fresh Lemon Juice
1 part Prosecco
1. Combine Knob Creek Rye, sweet tea and lemon juice into a shaker with ice.
2. Strain into a rocks glass over ice.
3. Float Prosecco on top to finish.
4. Garnish with a lemon wedge.
I’M NOT DRUNK: The Game
The science of being drunk and high at the same time. It really depends on the order of ingestion though.
Imagine a bunch of Atomic Fireballs dropped into a bottle of whiskey.
Available in April in Oregon, Pennsylvania and Tennessee
Lately in the afternoon when I feel the onset of boredom approaching, I reach across my desk for the bottle of Brugal 1888 that sits with other the liquors I’ve accumulated during a cold winter of booze hoarding… or was that hard boozing? I open the bottle, and from the cabinet behind me take the Match italian crystal rocks glass that I bought at Freeman’s with a gift card from an ex-girlfriend who thought I needed a haircut. I showed her who’s boss. Into this glistening piece of nostalgia I pour myself about two fingers of the aged Dominican rum. By giving the alcohol time to settle and breathe, I provide myself space for some grand moments of reflection. Being of dirty mind, this usually goes dark fast and ends with a chuckle. Isn’t it always amusing that we can vividly remember our failures, but the details of being awesome are relatively hazy? As my mind returns to the glass, I do the necessary and take a first sip. Always tiny, the initial taste is just something to wet the whistle, and after 30 seconds the second sip happens, massive, almost more of a pull. With the oaky rum having sufficiently warmed my face, I move the glass back behind the keyboard and look out the window to the north, where the profile of the UN glows rosily in the falling day. It is in these moments that often I wonder whether other people take pleasure in having a drink sometimes in the late afternoon at their desk, or if they’re even allowed to. I then look back at the monitor in front of me, my monitor, and curse the fact that I’m chained to a desk and not to a bar in the Caribbean. The third sip though, takes me there, and with a warming glow I finish the day on island time.
Charles, the human hangover
And the award for country that drinks the most goes to South Korea, who as a whole average 13.7 shots of booze per week. Americans in comparison average a paltry 3.3 shots per week.