Sunday, April 12, 2009

Elixir or Life


Steaz ’Elixir of life’


It was the elixir of life, one sip and all the circuits would alight. His body which was made of different parts of many others would come together and finally he could walk the earth like everyone else. Only he was not like everyone else. His hands where not his own. His torso was that from another continent. His feet even a different colour. He was a patchwork of others only his brain his own, a freak put together with parts of strangers, a Frankenstein waiting only for the elixir of life, a taste from tropical lands to bring together all to walk again the earth. But he hesitated, this form was not by his choice, his heart was the heart of a murderer. Would he lose control even though his mind was that of a gentle giant? He dared not try such a strong concoction for he did not know and could not face the consequences ……but you can if you want a little more to life.

Recipe

2 oz Steaz lime energy drink

2 oz pineapple juice

1 oz absinthe

1 oz Midori Melon liquor

Ice to cool, pineapple chunk to look cool,

advisory warning
Don’t serve in grave yards
In case you want grave consequences.

Thursday, April 9, 2009




Steaz Berry Virgin

It wasn’t because of her religion and it wasn’t because her parents told her to keep herself pure. She just had not found the right guy. The boys her age were all ogling eyes and goofy. They never had anything to say past their few cheap lines and bad breathe forced kisses. The men a lot older could hold a conversation. They had more life experience so they had something to talk about which was always interesting but she knew where the conversations always led, the same place their over eager hands seemed to be reaching for and she just wasn’t having any of it.
But she wanted to make love. She wanted it to be like her first kiss in the high school gym. Fresh as spring berries from the vine and as deep and succulent and meaningful as pomegranate. If only boys where as pure honest and sweet as fruit. If only …she would have given herself years ago. At least now she had her love of fruits and wine to introduce her to the beauty of cocktails and at least now she could keep hold of her purity and be proud not to be as free to please as her friends. Maybe after a few more of these drinks it might be a different story.

Recipe

In a champagne glass

1 oz Pama pomegranate liquor

2 oz Dry white wine

2 oz Steaz Berry energy drink

Ice to cool, white orchid for purity and atmosphere

Note: Best made by the Carafe if you can find a group of virgins to serve it too.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Steaz Whiskey Reminiscence

Steaz Whiskey Reminiscence

With cigar in hand he looked out the study window one more time before leaving this house he had called home for close on half a fore filled yet questioned life . The children long since stopped running, each footstep echoing through the mansions long hallways. The dogs that barked at everything seeming smart one day, another would bark and run in circles chasing their tails in share stupidity. Then there was her. He always thought he would be first, what with all the whiskey and the cigars. It was not a perfect love .but now he missed her even more that she was gone and all for the wrong reasons. He missed the little stupid arguments they had which he could never work out what they were about. He missed how she applied to much make up now he looked at women and wondered why they did not wear enough. He was going to miss this house to but something’s must come to a close: a family, a relationship, a home. At some time at least they live on in memories. He had just finished one whiskey cocktail and thought to himself why not, hell it’s not as if one more drink is going to kill me and anyway now is a time to reminisce about happier times and beautiful houses full of memories.

Recipe

In a shaker with ice

1 ½ oz Bourbon

3 oz Steaz orange energy drink

1 oz passionfruit puree

½ oz cinnamon syrup

(to make syrup heat equal parts water and sugar until dissolved and add a pinch of cinnamon.

Serve with cinnamon quill in a room worthy of grand reminiscent memories.