COCKTAIL — Devils Handshake Cocktail Recipe
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Ah, the Devil’s Handshake, a drink conceived in the depths of misfortune and cynicism, much like most of life’s grand designs. The story goes back to the dimly lit back alleys of a forgotten town, where the locals would drown their sorrows in a seedy little joint that I once called home.
Legend has it that it was a particularly dreary night, as most nights tend to be in such places, when a wretched soul stumbled through the doors. He looked like he had been dragged through every crevice of despair, with eyes that spoke of an eternity of suffering. His clothes were tattered, his demeanor defeated, and the stench of desperation followed him like a loyal hound.
He approached the bar with an air of resignation, as if he had come to make a deal with the devil himself. “Give me something strong,” he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. I obliged, mixing a concoction that mirrored the bitterness of his soul and the sting of his regrets. As he lifted the glass to his lips, he muttered, “This tastes like the Devil’s handshake,” and downed it in one fell swoop.
The drink became a staple in that godforsaken place, a twisted emblem of the miseries that bind us all. It seemed to draw those who had danced with the demons of their own making, those who had tasted the bitter fruit of their decisions and sought solace in the embrace of oblivion.
The Devil’s Handshake became a symbol of resigned acceptance, a bitter elixir of shattered dreams and forsaken hope. It held within its depths the essence of those who sought refuge in its numbing embrace, a cruel reminder of the futility of human endeavor.
As for the man who birthed this cursed libation, he vanished into the night, leaving behind only the echo of his words and the lingering taste of regret. Some say he struck a deal with the devil that night, while others insist that he was the devil incarnate, weaving his wicked wiles in a world steeped in sorrow.
And so, the Devil’s Handshake lives on, a morbid testament to the frailty of our spirits and the bitter ironies of existence, waiting to ensnare those who dare to tempt fate.
Ingredients:
- 2 oz. gin
- 1/2 oz. dry vermouth
- 1/2 oz. cherry brandy
- 1/4 oz. lemon juice
- 1/4 oz. simple syrup
- Maraschino cherry for garnish
Instructions:
- In a shaker, combine the gin, dry vermouth, cherry brandy, lemon juice, and simple syrup.
- Fill the shaker with ice and shake well.
- Strain the mixture into a chilled cocktail glass.
- Garnish with a maraschino cherry.
- Serve and enjoy.
As you sip on your Devils Handshake Cocktail, you can’t help but marvel at the irony of seeking solace in a concoction named after a diabolical exchange. It’s a fitting metaphor for life, isn’t it? We think we’re taking a brief respite from our troubles by drowning them in a glass, only to find ourselves shaking hands with a devil of a hangover the next morning.
The way that cocktail lures you in with its tantalizing colors and flavors, only to leave you feeling like you’ve made a deal with the underworld, is quite emblematic of life’s little temptations. Just when you think you’ve found a moment of bliss, it turns out to be a fleeting illusion, leaving you with a bitter aftertaste.
And really, who can blame you for seeking a moment of pleasure in a glass when life insists on serving up a never-ending array of absurdities and challenges? It’s like trying to navigate a maze blindfolded, isn’t it? Just when you think you’ve found your way, you smack into another wall of unexpected nonsense.
So go ahead, take another sip of that Devils Handshake, and savor the temporary reprieve from life’s relentless barrage of complications. Just remember, much like the cocktail, it’s only a momentary escape before reality comes knocking at the door again. Cheers to the bittersweet absurdity of it all.
