Le Prince Noir

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Le Prince Noir begins bold on the nose, sweet plums drizzled with clover honey warm your palate followed by malt and oranges. A hint of vanilla subsides to spicy ginger, peppery peat, and smoke lingers on your tongue for a long-lasting finish.
  • 2 oz Johnnie Walker Black
  • .5 oz Navip Slivovitz Barrel Aged Plum Brandy
  • .5 oz fresh squeezed lemon juice
  • .5 oz clover honey syrup
  • 1 piece of turmeric
  • 1/4 oz Caol ila 12 year

Muddle turmeric on the bottom of a shaker. Add all ingredients except Caol ila 12 year into a shaker with ice. Shake well. Double strain into a chilled coupe glass. Using the back of a barspoon carefully float Caol ila over the top.

Honey Syrup

Combine one half cup clover honey with one half cup water. Place in a saucepan and let simmer for ten minutes. Let cool. Pour into an airtight container.

Le Roy

My father, Will Le Roy is 88 years old. My mom often refers to him as “The Silver Fox”. He is the biggest flirt you have ever met. He is a teenage boy at heart and will say the most outragous things just to make a women blush. Flirting has come naturally to him, after all he was the sixth member of the original Playboy club in Chicago.

When my boyfriend first met him, it was at a private social club in Jackson Square called  the Villa Taverna. My father used to own the building across from the Villa so it has always been our family’s second home. Making sure each had a drink in hand, my dad starts telling stories about North Beach in the fifties. He explained how he loved to walk by the Condor and see Carol Doda with her red light nipples. Over hearing all of this, I shot him a look of “Dad shut up! “ I was feeling so sorry for my boyfriend at the time. My dad just laughed. He always knows what he’s doing. Then my father doesn’t hesitate to tell my boyfriend he might need to borrow the Playboy key sometime to relax and get away from these all crazy women.

Born in the south my fathers drinking has always been part of his lifes inate social graces. Now like clockwork the man has a glass of red wine every morning at 11 am to get ready for lunch and because “his” doctor (doctor Oz) say’s it’s good for his heart. After all how could anyone deprive him of his right to keep his heart healthy? He then follows with scotch in the afternoon.  When he meets a man who can make a decent drink, he will ask for a Dry Rob Roy. With that one drink; the barternder will either become part of the family or my father will never make eye contact with him again.

On occasion a wonderful friend will give me a bottle of Caol ila. It’s my dad’s absolute favorite. Not quite a Dry Rob Roy but this drink is named after him.

  • 2 oz Caol ila 12 year single malt whisky
  • .5 oz Carpano Antica Vermouth
  • 2-3 Dash Peyhauds bitters
  • 1 oz Blood orange cranberry syrup
  • Flamed blood orange peel

Stir all ingredients with ice in a beaker. Strain into a martini glass. Garnish with a flamed blood orange peel.

Blood Orange Cranberry Syrup

  • ½ cup fresh strained blood orange juice
  • ½ cup unsweetened cranberry juice
  • 1 cinnamon stick

Combine all ingredients into a small sauce pan. Let simmer until liquid has reduced in half.  Fine strain into an airtight container.