This Will Age Poorly
—where irony ferments and sweetness forgets itself
The barrel whispered, “Give it time,”
But all it gave was wood and crime.
The rum was rich, the amaro bold,
But neither knew how not to mold.
A twist of orange, bright and fine,
To mask the rot with citrus shine.
The sweetness faded fast and mean,
A past that dressed up to be seen.
You sipped. You tried. It hit too soon.
Like toast raised under waning moon.
No complexity, just decline,
But still, it wore the suit just fine.
And when it ended, smooth and flat,
You laughed and said,
“Yeah. Just like that.”
📜 This Will Age Poorly – The Recipe
- 1½ oz Aged Rum
- ¾ oz Amaro (Averna or Cynar for depth)
- ½ oz Orange Juice or Blood Orange
- 1 barspoon Demerara Syrup
- Garnish: Flamed orange peel or dried orange wheel with a burn mark
Instructions:
Stir briefly over ice. Strain into an old-fashioned glass with one cube. Garnish with flair that’s already fading. Serve with a smirk and no disclaimer.