The Feathery Fan Cocktail

🪶 The Feathery Fan

A cocktail that flutters between elegance and eccentricity.

🍸 Ingredients:

- 1 oz/30 ml elderflower liqueur – delicate and floral, like a plume in motion  

- 1 oz/30 ml gin (preferably infused with lemongrass or rose) – crisp and botanical  

- 0.5 oz/15 ml crème de violette – for a soft lavender hue and feathery finish  

- 0.75 oz/20 ml fresh lemon juice – bright and zesty  

- Top with sparkling rosé – adds effervescence and a blush of drama  

- Garnish: edible flower petals and a fan-shaped citrus twist

🦩 Vibe:

Served in a coupe glass, this cocktail is all about theatrical flair. The floral notes evoke garden parties and whispered gossip, while the sparkling rosé lifts it into flamingo-worthy fabulousness.

Reviews

"No respectable flamingo would be seen out without a feathery fan". Flamingopolitan magazine.

🗞️ Lady Petronella Plume, columnist for The Velvet Gazette:  

“It’s like sipping a garden party at twilight. The elderflower whispers sweet nothings while the sparkling rosé flirts shamelessly. I spilled a drop on my frock coat and now it smells like scandal and violets.”

🎷Sir Beakman Featherstone, jazz clarinetist and monocle enthusiast:  

“Pairs beautifully with post-gig gossip and a slow blues in G minor. The citrus twist? A fanfare in garnish form. I ordered three and forgot my own name.”

📚Professor Plumage, flamingo philosopher and part-time bartender:  

“A cocktail that flutters between existential inquiry and floral euphoria. The lemon zing reminds me of the fleeting nature of fame. The crème de violette? Pure poetry.”

🎭Madame Flambé, cabaret dancer and flamingo mixologist:  

“It’s not just a drink—it’s a performance. I serve it with a wink and a feather boa. Customers swoon before the first sip.”

This cocktail was created by Maharaja Richie Red the Rooster from Maharaja Blues for the Nonsense Chronicler Pink Flamingo in a Cardiff bar in 1927. How they both arrived in the same bar at the same time is purely due to a lost mischievous quark in one dimension eloping with an adventurous boson particle in another.

After gig Feathery Fans.


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