Donn Beach, formerly known as Ernest Raymond Beaumont-Gannt created the Zombie cocktail in the mid 1930s. He made it in his restaurant for a friend before his flight to San Francisco, whereby he was served three.
The name of the cocktail came about as when Beach's friend returned from his trip, he complained that due to the cocktails he felt like a zombie for the entire trip.
Although the Zombie has a fruity taste, it has an extremely high alcohol content, so much so that the Don the Beachcomber restaurants only sold two Zombies to each customer. Drinking two zombies is in fact the equivalent or consuming 7 regular cocktails.
Today, there are many variations, here is just one…
This recipe serves 1
1 measure dark rum
1 measure white rum
½ measure apricot brandy
2 measures pineapple juice
½ measure lime juice
2 teaspoons powdered sugar
Garnish: cocktail cherry and pineapple wedge
Add all the ingredients into a cocktail mixer with ice and shake, then pour into a hurricane glass. Spear the pineapple and cherry onto a cocktail stick and place on the edge of the glass, finally add a straw.
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It doesn't have to be Inner Circle 151 I believe. I've seen recipes with Lemon Hart 151 and Wray & Nephew 151 too. I only got my hands on Inner Circle's 57.5% :(
This recipe isn't mentioning Pernod (or Absinth), Falernum and Don's Mix w. cinnamon & grapefruit juice. Those are kinda essential ingredients too...
Roaldski - 23-Apr-13 @ 2:36 PM
Thats not specific enough to be a real Zombie. I don't see Inner Circle 151 proof anywhere.They stopped making it because people would literally drink themselves to death on it in a matter of months.Ahhhh they were the days.Deciding to walk in a direct beeline route home in a suburban bulit up area,climbing over rooves and football goal posts while my mate Pez laughing so hard he vomited ,watched from the streets regulating orientation as Zombie surveyor.We then picked up a couple cute gals and decided to have a barbeque on the beach at Palmy at 3.00 am no firewood? no problem I smashed the local molesters garden furniture and soon we had a wicker man sized raging inferno and were playing hide and seek to get the gals apart and romantic, and woke up that morning in someones back yard in just my underpants.Thats real Zombies.