Heracles

Another rum sour. The variations are endless fun but the naming process is probably my least favorite part. You think of something striking, catchy, maybe even immortal—only to find out someone else thought of it too. And I balk at calling a drink the Martinez #12 or whatever, though there’s something to be said for having your number rediscovered in some future era of cocktail archaeology and anointed as a winner to eclipse all others of the same name, like the Corpse Reviver #2.

This here’s a riff on my own Hercules but with Martinique rum instead of Dererara. I used J.M.

Heracles

• 1 1/2 oz amber Martinique rum
• 1/2 oz Campari
• 1/4 oz brown crème de cacao
• 1/4 oz Cointreau
• 3/4 oz lime juice

Shake with ice and pour into a double old fashioned. Ice to fill.
ROWEN, FOGGED IN LOUNGE

I like Campari and chocolate, though it’s pretty subtle here in the presence of the funky J.M. There’s a bitter grapefruit effect between the rum and the Campari which appealed to both the housemate and me.