I love a good Caucasian... (*)

The mason jar didn't work out: too many coffee beans in my glass

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It was hot-as-hell in Quincy today, So I decided to make myself some iced coffee.

Given that it was after noon on a weekend when I was alone around the house, I decided that I should make that iced coffee a bit more memorable. Unfortunately a quick survey of the liquor Cabinet suggested that I didn't have anything that would pair well with coffee. (Scotch, gin, vodka,) except some Brazillian Rum, but I wanted to save that for caipirinhas when Sioux got home. . .