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"Hurricane"

1 oz vodka
1/4 oz grenadine syrup
1 oz gin
1 oz light rum
1/2 oz Bacardi® 151 rum
1 oz amaretto almond liqueur
1 oz triple sec
grapefruit juice
pineapple juice

Pour all but the juices, in order listed, into a hurricane glass three-quarters filled with ice. Fill with equal parts of grapefruit and pineapple juice, and serve.


That much alcohol might take the edge off.

Comments

Anonymous said…
yeah, but this one tastes better:

Chocolate Martini
1/2 shot of Vodka (pref vanilla or carmel)
1 1/2 shots of Creme de Cacao
1 1/2 shots of Chocolate Liqueur (Godiva is good)
2 1/2 shots of Half-n-Half

Pour into a shaker with ice, shake and then pour liquid mix (sans ice)
into a martini glass. Ice cream can be used in place of the half-n-
half. Not sure how much, just add and blend until the consistency you
want.
8:05 AM
Brianne said…
I dunno, I'm partial to a well-mixed bloody mary. Absolut Peppar (a spicy vodka goes well with a spicy drink after all), tomato juice, splashes of A1 and Worcestershire, a tad of horseradish, peppar and topped off with a couple of olives and a celery stick. Mmmm. I could go for a bloody mary right now as a matter of fact...
8:55 AM
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