A few years ago, I coined the term “Liquor Store Archeaology” to describe the pith-helmeted explorations that cocktail geeks make to unearth so many lost and forgotten spirits. Liquor Store Archaeology can refer to scouring the dusty shelves of older bottle shops to look for surprises. In this way, my friends and relatives have found weird treasures such as Cordial Campari, a clear after-dinner, raspberry-tinged cousin to the bitter aperitif, rarely seen in the United States since the 1960s; and quirky historical footnotes such as Peanut Lolita, a thick, peanut-whiskey liqueur that infamous presidential brother Billy Carter once shilled. Read full article >>