I'm not even sure I should be doing a review of this drink. (A) It's the type of drink I wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole, ordinarily, and (B) I might possibly be arrested, tried, and convicted of assault with a deadly weapon just for telling you about it.
- 1 ounce Bacardi 151
- 1 ounce vodka
- 2 ounces amaretto
- 2½ ounces lemon-lime soda
In all seriousness, I'd recommend that you have only ONE of these babies. And for heaven's sake, don't have anything else that night. Or the next day. Or the next month. Despite the frou-frou ingredients, I can readily understand why this highball got the name it did. It's like being shot in the head. If you can still spell the word "alcohol" after finishing this monster, you need to register as a mutant.
As far as flavor's concerned, I wasn't expecting too much. But I was pleasantly surprised. The harshness of the vodka is subsumed by the other major players. Even the rum doesn't blast your taste buds too harshly. The amaretto slides in over the top of the rum's sweetness and combines with the lemon-lime overtone to create a mellow, nutty, dulcet sensation on the tongue. The libation is very easy on the draw.
And if you prefer a kick, simply subtract a little soda; if you want more sweetness and smoothness, add more. But be warned, if you disguise the booze with Sprite or 7-Up, you will become very drunk, very quickly. The deceptively friendly flavor will lull you into a false sense of security. This drink has all the subtle menace of a gun stuck in a mugger's hip pocket. You can't see the bullets, but they're in there, and they're ready to be fired.
All in all, it's a drink whose ingredients seem ill-matched and eclectic, but which turn out to be a pleasant surprise when combined. Just mind that you don't overdo it. The ammunition's expensive.
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