Tiki: The Gateway to Rum

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There are those things we eat, make, read, and gush over that are just too good to keep to ourselves. Here, we resist the urge to use too many exclamation points and let you in on our latest crushes.

Today: Tiki's not tacky—it's the class of cocktails that made me fall in love with rum.

Tiki culture doesn't exactly exist when you didn't grow up on, or live near, a coast. Before I moved to New York City several years ago, I was oblivious to tiki and its star spirit rum's stronghold on cocktail obsessives (and the dreamy hideaway that is a tiki bar).

And truth be told, there was something about rum that made my Midwestern self shudder. When I was landlocked in the middle of the country, rum to me meant a liquid that tasted distinctly like suntan lotion (and may have been named after a beach town in California). So I stayed away from rum—hid it under my bed like a college student, huddled it behind others on my crowded home bar, and gave most of my glass away when it was in a drink made for me. 


As summers in the city came and went, and it started to feel like I was drinking the same [insert herb and citrus] cocktail over and over again, I began looking for those drinks with more complexity, more story—and a little more kick. It was then that I began a deep dive into drinks—into base spirits and what is built from them to make a classic. After Negronis and Old-Fashioneds became regular orders, I wanted even more depth and swings of flavor, and that's when I landed in a puddle of exactly what I didn't want to land in: rum. 


It seemed like every bar I stepped into after that was putting rum at center stage, mixed with normal co-conspirators—ingredients like mint, coconut, pineapple, lime, or sugar—plus others I thought only existed in far-flung locales or made little sense when I said them out loud. (What, falernum isn't another name for a fuzzy caterpillar?) And so, despite avoiding it for as many years as possible, I began ordering rum—and loving it—thanks to tiki.

I stake no claims on knowing tiki in and out—it's just a drinking style I've come to respect and love, but I've only really dipped my toe into its shallow end. But it's made rum a new mainstay in my glass (and on my home bar), especially when it's mingling with citrus, cinnamon, and more rum in a cocktail like the Zombie


Makes 2 drinks

For Donn's Mix:

1 cup sugar
1 cup water
2 cinnamon sticks
Fresh squeezed grapefruit juice

For the cocktail: 

3 ounces white rum (preferably Jamaican)
3 ounces gold rum (preferably Puerto Rican)
2 ounces dark rum (preferably 151-proof Demerara)
1/4 teaspoon Pernod
1 ounce Velvet Falernum
4 ounces Donn's Mix
2 teaspoons grenadine
A few dashes Angostura bitters
3 cups ice
2 sprigs fresh mint, for garnish

See the full recipe (and print and save it) here.

Illustration by Alex Bowman; bottom photo by Alpha Smoot and all others by James Ransom

Tags: Cocktail, Rum, Summer, Food52 Life, We're Obsessed