Bring us some figgy bourbon, oh bring us some figgy bourbon
I may have discovered a new religion at a bar in Lawrence. In a drink called a “Manhattan Scarf,” which calls for: “figgy bourbon, sweet vermouth, bitters & a cinnamon stick.” Twas delectable, I tell you. Delicious. Delovely. Divine. We asked the bartender: WHERE can we get some “FIGGY BOURBON” and he said: “we make it here.” Dried figs, chopped + bourbon; soak for a couple of weeks = figgy bourbon.
Pictured: the raw ingredients.
Into a shaker with some ice and a wee pinch of cinnamon. Garnished with an awful maraschino cherry. Pure bliss.
The figgy bourbon is excellent straight, as well.