Dead But Dreaming

That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.
In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
– “The Call of Cthulhu” by H.P. Lovecraft

 

So, I was at a party discussing rum and elder gods, as one does, and we hit upon a concoction for consumption when apocalypse is nigh and you can feel the earth shake as dread Cthulhu rises from his watery slumber.

In an old-fashioned glass, ritual goblet, skull of your enemy, or other suitable drinking vessel, combine:

• 2 ounces dark rum
• 0.5 ounce traditional green absinthe

If you are at the Mountains of Madness, add ice as per your preference.

Top off with:

• 4-5 ounces of cold nonalcoholic ginger beer (not ginger ale)
  • If you are really quite sure the end is nigh and are not concerned with the fate of your liver, substitute Crabbie’s alcoholic ginger beer.
  • If you’re worried about dying of fever or delirium before the stars are right, substitute tonic water.
  • If your soul is empty and your wet bar bare, or if you’ve just got an inconvenient ginger allergy/aversion, substitute plain cold soda water.
  • If you are a gibbering cultist who expects to die any minute now and aren’t concerned with gastrointestinal distress, substitute seawater from the Cyclopean island ruins you’re currently cowering upon or bilge water from the hold of the merchant vessel whose crew you just slaughtered.

Add lime juice to taste.

Enjoy!

 

(Image courtesy Daniele Falciola. Thanks to Anton Cancre for his contributions to this.)