Linstead is a town in Jamaica that I assume the cocktail is named for, since this seems like a drink to be sipped in tropical climes, like Brooklyn in August. Here’s the recipe:
- 1 oz. Old Mr. Boston whiskey
- 1 oz. pineapple juice
- 1/2 tsp. powdered sugar
- 1/4 teaspoon absinthe substitute
- 1/4 teaspoon lemon juice
Shake well with cracked ice and strain into 3 oz. cocktail glass.
Notes on prep: Have you had straight pineapple juice lately? That stuff is so sweet. The idea of adding sugar made my teeth hurt. I skipped that part. I also used real Pernod Absinthe because it’s not 1963, and Jack Daniels, because we still had some left over from our housewarming.
Liz’s Take: OK- this drink is SO GOOD. It’s beautiful: shaken, it gets a little foam (maybe from the pineapple) that really sticks around, giving the drink a lush, creamy edge. When we tasted the pineapple juice by itself, Chris noted that it had a certain “muskiness” and he’s right. Pineapple is syrupy sweet, but it also has an earthiness that is really enhanced in this drink by the anise in the absinthe. The herbaceous Pernod and the lemon perk up the cocktail, saving it from hardcore tiki-syndrome. It’s probably good this drink is teeny-tiny and I served it in my vintage glasses. I lapped it up in about 5 minutes, and wanted more immediately.
Chris’s Take: It’s really good, but skip the extra sugar. This recipe is definitely from a time before anyone gave a damn about diabetes. It’s plenty sweet with the pineapple juice. I also love that it’s helping stretch out our absinthe. That stuff is like sixty dollars a bottle.
Ingredient Accessibility: Medium (as mentioned before, absinthe can be a little tough to track down; you could probably use anisette in a pinch)
Price: Medium (absinthe is spend-y, but a little goes a long way, and there’s no need to bust out a boutique bourbon for this one- it has enough other stuff going on)
Taste: Sweetly complex and herbaceous; summery
Final Verdict: Liz would order this in a bar in a hot second, and be psyched if it came in a big fancy glass with a slice of pineapple on the rim. She’d probably order a second one, and would certainly regret it in the morning. Knowing it would cost a fortune in a bar, Chris would try to sneak it in a flask and then get caught and have it cruelly taken away. True story.