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Japanese Whisky: Quiet Perfection
A quiet pursuit of excellence is taking place by the careful and studied guidance of Eric Tschudi, the affable and youthful beverage director of Shuko. His hand-chosen selection of esoteric, Japanese Whiskies will certainly intellectualize even the most altruistic guest in your dinner party. And then there is a private dining room that intrigues the carefully interested. This space is the most private room, set deeply down in the subterranean part of the former bakery- a quite hidden, inner sanctum, located in the depths of 47 East 12th Street in New York City. This is certainly not a tourist restaurant, nor does it have any signs announcing the constantly changing approach to an educated curiosity that takes place within the walls daily. There are no lines of paparazzi craning their necks towards the stars, nor very much in the way of foot traffic on this part of the street, set just off the teeming hustle and bustle of soon to be, lower Broadway. Find some parking just across the street, just up the way a bit and stretch your legs, but only so much. The scent you detect in the air may well tinge of sea salt water on this tiny spit of land only a few short blocks from the churning East River. The Japanese inspired liquids are driven by the culinary treats that emulate from within the tabla rasa walls. And all of these surprises are completely undetected from the street. A hidden gem surrounded by so much darkness.
Photo by David Dupuy, courtesy of The Hemponair
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.
Warren Bobrow: iPhone XElevate Luxury
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.
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If Adrian Sedlin- the effervescent and ‘crackling with enthusiasm, ever pragmatic man’, his brain postulating in an intense, Miles Davis- Be Bop fashion, …You’ve gotta keep up because he is going a mile a minute and if you can’t take it- well we have a another plan for you… It’s about the way that you feel. And that way or Tao, is very personal, it is very intimate, you’re in there along with your tribe. It’s going to be a ride like a freight train on a high mountain pass, in the middle of the winter. It is filled with deeply personal emotions. Cannabis tends to unlock those feelings. Is that light ahead the end of the tunnel or the future? How do you want to feel? This is what makes Canndescent brilliant and it’s the very best money can buy!
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.