Warren “The Cocktail Whisperer” Bobrow has lived many lives. After graduating from Emerson College in ‘85, he worked in television as an editor at PBS in New York City. That position led him to TV and radio engineering in Maine, but his heart just wasn’t in it. Unemployed and poor in Portland, before it was chic to live there, Bobrow took a job as a dishwasher and salad prep cook in a local restaurant, which ignited a passion for the culinary arts.
Cannabis Cocktails, Mocktails, & Tonics
This book, written by ‘The Cocktail Whisperer’ Warren Bobrow, helps even the novice bartender infuse their own simple syrups, shrubs, and more to craft beautiful, delicious cocktails. Not a drinker? No worries, there are also mocktails included, which mimic our favorite flavors but with a cannabis kicker instead of booze. Grab Cannabis Cocktails, Mocktails, & Tonics: The Art of Spirited Drinks and Buzzworthy Libations online and in select Barnes & Noble Stores.
Did you have a dug-out in high school or college? I certainly did. It was an unwieldy thing as I remember. Kind of hippy-chic- no, it was not at all elegant, the bat was made from heat conducting brass, it clogged easily, burnt my lips from the heat and left specks of resin-tar and burning cannabis leaf on my teeth. The wooden box that held my herbs, let’s just say it was far from air-tight and once the spring that held the lid on got loose, the entire ‘stash-box’ would open up and empty into my pocket (lint and all), more than my ‘bat’… Those wasted herbs commingled with my pocket change just won’t do any longer now that I’ve grown up! Enter the world of luxury cannabis implements and the Elevate Dug-Out. On first glimpse, this handy-crafted dug out is sleekly elegant. This device screams bespoke…hence, each one is engineered, by hand…One at a time. Crisply manufactured, the softly polished exterior is not a cheap tropical wood product, but one that is finely formed- utilizing the finest exotic wood available. There are the twelve ‘rare-earth’ magnets that seal the well-weighted lid to the base with a satisfying click as the magnets engage-making the entire package scent-proof and certainly nearly waterproof. There is the generous ‘stash’ container that can be filled with about a gram or more of your finest herbs, well ground of course, leaving ample room for some beeswax coated hemp wick to light your glass joint, instead of using using that carcinogenic butane lighter sitting in your hand to do this seemingly mundane task. The ‘bat’ appears to be perfectly blown by hand (mouth) with an interior shelf inserted inside the glass joint itself that prohibits the fine grains of your herbs from flowing back into your mouth, therefore burning your lips and tongue. The size of the bat is not as minuscule in dimension as the dug-out pipe of my memories. It is slightly stout in width, like a miniature cigar, and quite robust in its unique sort of manner. The glass blown joint fits your fingers easily, with alacrity. The polished dark wooden tip offers another level of overall elegance with scarcely a burned lip or tongue to be had. In fact, the very thought of burning your lips, fingers or tongue are sent way into your distant memory.
There is a wealth of sheer depravity buried deep inside the guts of the dedicated boozehound that contributes largely to our debauched society. All one has to do is step inside the halls of Alcoholics Anonymous on any given day to hear rounds of checkered tales about how a lust for liquor has dragged these lost souls of a sudsy nation down a grave rabbit hole of raw dog promiscuity, legal complications and countless nights locked inside a foul-mouthed love affair with a toilet bowl. Indeed the grips of alcoholism is often a schizophrenic beast with puke breath just trying to make it past another vicious hangover to one more happy hour. But there is a point of no return—a rotten, stinkhole of a place, where the true bruisers of the bottle gather before the bitters end. This hellish scene, we are beyond sad to report, is apparently at Kentucky Fried Chicken, the birthplace of gravy cocktails.
Mix up some awesome drinks with celebrity mixologist Warren Bobrow, a.k.a. the “Cocktail Whisperer” at Richland’s Lazy Eye Distillery Saturday, Jan. 20.
Bobrow has authored several books on the topic and is a contributing writer for Forbes.com. He will hold two sessions at the distillery during Mixology Night, where he will teach attendees how to make amazing cocktails with the distillery’s award-winning spirits and tasty ingredients. The first session will take place 4 to 5:30 p.m., followed by the second session from 6 to 7:30 p.m. Bobrow will take questions from attendees and will be selling copies of his books.
If you’ve ever traveled around the United States, you’d notice how the unique culture of each region is undeniable. With New Jersey thought to be among the next states to legalize recreational cannabis, it’s worth pointing out that due to the diverse makeup of each of the Garden State’s towns and cities, legalization is not a one-size-fits-all situation.
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Epic Smoked Bloody Marys For Your New Year’s Brunch
January 1 is officially National Bloody Mary Day. The timing couldn’t be better. Even if you don’t require a “hair of the dog” hangover cure after New Year’s Eve revelries, you now have an unimpeachable excuse to quaff one of America’s most beloved brunch cocktails. Though the origins of this restorative beverage aren’t clear, food historians often credit a professional bartender, Fernand Petiot, with combining equal parts of vodka and tomato juice in the 1920s when he worked at Harry’s New York Bar in Paris. He later claimed he spent years tweaking the recipe until it resembled the classic drink we’ve come to know and love. The cocktail was said to be a favorite of Ernest Hemingway who was trying to hide his matitudinal alcohol consumption from his wife.