Now that the seventh season of Game of Thrones has ended, we know winter is here. Perhaps not really, but how far are we ever from winter? From often feeling the blues to quickly catching a bad cold even on a warm September day, winter is around-always.
It was the first time in years that the ruling houses of Westeros considered a truce among themselves, and we all know why. Considering it is not too late, we think it might be a good time for you to make a truce with winter too.
Winter’s Truce is a warm and spicy cocktail that can get rid of the chill in your bones and be your new favorite drink. And why not? While the fresh ginger takes care of a troubled stomach, the echinacea extract and the whisky work miracles on a sore throat.
Since Winter’s Truce is also an excellent cure for hangovers, you know it makes this cocktail a perfect one to accompany your breakfast.
Mix your own Winter’s Truce
Take 180 ml water in a small saucepan, add two teaspoons of finely chopped fresh ginger to it along with one teaspoon honey. Bring it to a simmer while occasionally stirring to dissolve the honey. Remove from heat and let it steep for a little over five minutes. Meanwhile, combine 15 ml green Chartreuse liqueur, 8ml fresh lemon juice, 8ml liquid echinacea extract and two dashes of Angostura bitters in a warm mug. Then add 15 ml unaged white whisky to it-we recommend either Buffalo Trace White Dog or Jim Beam Jacob’s Ghost. Now strain the ginger infusion into a mug. Garnish with a cinnamon stick.
Take a long whiff of the wonderful cocktail and sip!
At a time when spiffy new cocktails are in vogue, revelling in the past is often a welcome change. After all, even the most foamed and smoked, avant-garde cocktail bars also rave over the classics. Why? Because the best of vintage cocktails have been groomed so perfectly over decades that they never become obsolete. Old is gold indeed.
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