HOWTO mix a grody-looking Alien Brain Hemorrhage cocktail

This revolting thing is a cocktail called an "Alien Brain Hemorrhage": "To make an alien brain hemorrhage cocktail, fill a shot glass halfway with peach schnapps. Gently pour Bailey's Irish Cream on top. After the shot is almost full, carefully add a small amount of blue curacao. After it settles, add a few drops of grenadine syrup." Looks like it could be improved with a couple lumps of dry ice.

Alien Brain Hemorrhage Cocktail Recipe 2012 Drink Pic (via Neatorama)


    1. I can’t attest to this particular version, but I have made a variant that leaves out the curacao, and it tastes just like peach gummy candies. Not bad at all.

  1. Oh FFS BoingBoing, what is the world coming to when you use terms like ‘grody’?

    Do you mean Grotty? 

    1.  grody: Nasty, repulsive, dirty, disgusting, foul, revolting, nauseating,  yucky. 
      grotty: Grotesque. 

      From Scottish Gaelic: grod.

        1. The saying in our high school was: gag me with an aborted smurf. I have no idea what that was supposed to mean.

      1. i thought ‘groaty’ was the way to spell it in english. grody looks/sounds like a bad parody of an irish surname.

        while we’re on the subject, does anyone remember when the sports term ‘seeded’ was ‘ceded’? illiteracy/entropy increases.

        1. pretty sure groaty would be the adjective form of groat, meaning the grains produced by cutting rather than grinding grain. Like steel cut oatmeal. 

    2. FYI
      grody:Valspeak “The term “Valley Girl” and the Valley manner of speech was given a wider circulation with the release of a hit 1982 single by Frank Zappa entitled “Valley Girl”, on which Moon Zappa, Frank’s fourteen-year-old daughter, delivered a monologue in “Valley speak” behind the music. This song, Frank Zappa’s only Top 40 hit in the United States, popularized phrases such as “grody  to the max”. Some of the terms used by Moon were not actually Valley phrases, but were Surfing|surfer terms instead (such as “tubular” and “gnarly”).  But due to the song’s popularity, some of the surfer phrases actually entered the speech of real Valley teens after this point.  The Los Angeles surfing subculture, on the other hand, did not generally begin using the Valley terms, and in fact often despise users of the terms.”

      1. “Grody” was teen slang long before Valley Girl, and in places far outside the San Fernando Valley.  Heard it a lot in high school in the ’70s in Phoenix, AZ.

        In fact, an awful lot of “ValSpeak” could be heard all over the LA area (and probably a lot of other places, too) well before ‘Valley Girl.’

        And some of it, I never heard at all. Moon exaggerated for comic effect – f’rex, I never heard any teen say “gag me with a spoon” until after “Valley Girl” – and then only sarcastically or ironically – and I lived half a mile from ‘The Galleria’ from before it opened until after it was closed and rebuilt.

        FWIW, almost none of it is in use today (though the surfers still sound much the same).

        The Valley is largely unknown outside the Valley itself, except for pop-culture stereotypes and clichés – most of which were past their shelf date twenty years ago.  

        But that’s okay – it keeps housing prices down, so even mid-level workers can afford nice places five minutes from the studios. :-)

        1. grody adj. [prob. alt. of  GROTTY or GROTESQUE] Stu. offensive, dirty or disgusting.

          [Citations go back to 1965.]

          –Random House Historical Dictionary of American Slang, Vol. 1., 1994

          (Also in OED.)

  2. DRY ICE?  Nah, stuff sinks to the bottom.   It would just stir the mixture.

    Maybe sprinkle a bunch of tiny dry-ice flakes or crumbs.   Those will generate the surrounding gas bubble fast enough that the dense flakes cannot sink.

    Hey, isn’t there a really tiny noisemaker throwie that plays UFO sounds, or music from Forbidden Planet?   If not, THERE SHOULD BE.

  3. A bar I used to hang out at made this exact drink without the blue curaco, they called it the Texas Abortion. I like Alien Brain Hemorage much better.

  4. Sugary, sticky, overly sweet, syrupy concoction. 
    You wouldn’t order or make it for the pleasure of drinking it, but to cause laughter and amazement in a group. 

      1. No, it’s great.  And a good reason to order weird shit like that. 
        (No sarcasm) 
        I wasn’t trying to imply what you understood. 

        I much rather make a conversation piece like that than a bourbon on rocks. 
        Just saying it doesn’t drink well. 

        Btw, it doesn’t really curdle, mostly looks lumpy. 

    1. I think we were already on board with your opinion of this drink. All of us. Everywhere. ;p

      Besides, it’s got CREAM AND CITRUS. Of bloody course it’s not going to be drinkable!

  5. Well, I would think that the taste of such a mixture might be worse than how disgusting it looks. Well, maybe.
    I’m guessing that most people who would try such a nasty concoction have already imbibed enough alcohol to remove those boundaries.

    1. I like that name… usually this would just be the “Brain Hemorrhage with Blue Curoacao shooter.”  You can order a “Brain Hemorrhage” almost anywhere…

  6. In the late eighties, the rage was  a drink called a Test Tube Baby:

    Layer 1/2 oz of Amaretto on top of 1/2 oz of white tequila in a shot glass. 

    Using a straw, drop a few drops of cream on top of the layers.  Watch the cream filament down and through the layers. 

    No, I haven’t been able to find good photos of this drink on the ‘Net.  In any case, the cream isn’t for the flavour, it’s for the visuals.

      1. Way too much cream.  It should be longish filaments with a small dollop of cream, closer to, say, a jellyfish floating around your drink.

        Suppose you’re mixing sperm with a egg in a test tube. Do you really need that 10 CC of spooge from the photo to do the job, or just a quarter CC?

  7. Be warned: curdling drinks continue to curdle in you stomach.  Drinking any more than one curdling novelty shot will likely result in an unpleasant “outcome.”

    1. Uh, that cold, delicious glass of milk you downed this morning. 

      What do you think it’s doing in your stomach, warmed up and mixed with hydrochloric acid?

    1. Why would you ever do a turnpike knowing what it is? I’m assuming your definition of the NJ turnpike is the same as mine. The bartender drains his bar mats into a shaker chills the slop and hands it off to an unsuspecting victim.

    1. I’ve got some durian in my freezer and some natto in my fridge.  I’ll bet I could make something out of that.

      1. Natto rocks, i love making my own, a touch of mustard and i can eat a whole bowl of the stuff.

        And durian isn’t so bad if you like scrambled eggs that taste like custard and smell like butt. ;-P

      1. Saying “durian” isn’t the problem….thinking that frozen durian is somehow acceptable, on the other hand, IS.

        1. The categories of “acceptable things” and “things which i have in my freezer” do not overlap 100%. 

      2. Put two of those together and you can hear them sing …

        “Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand…

    2. The grocery store I go to has artificially flavored durian cookies, AKA “Crunchy Gas-leak Biscuits.”

  8. My novelty-drink-loving college roommates made these or some variation on Halloween. It looks worse in real life. And those flavors together… ugh.

  9. I have a friend whose grandmother is from Hungary. She makes her own booze out of plums in an old rusty bathtub on her farm in the boonies, and sells it for roughly 0.20€ a liter in old juice bottles. The stuff burns bright lilac when you set it on fire, and a cocktail of 1% that and 99% Coca Cola tastes like burning nail polish.

    And I would rather live on that stuff for a week than drink this…thing, purely by the look of it. It might not taste so bad, but as Samuel Jackson once said: “Sewer rat might taste like pumpkin pie, but I’d never know, cause I wouldn’t eat the filthy”-you know what. And I was never one to question Mr. Jackson.

    1. I have a friend whose grandmother is from Hungary. She makes her own booze out of plums in an old rusty bathtub on her farm in the boonies

      I’ve drunk home-made nail polish remover in rural North Carolina.  Last time I visited my relations there, I stayed to watch the Super Bowl: I don’t remember anything of it after the first twenty minutes, and my mouth was numb for most of the next morning (though to be fair, that might have been the coating on the fried chicken).  I felt like I was in a David Sedaris monologue.

      I’d be tempted to try this, though maybe not as the first drink of the evening.  Would anybody face one of these sober?

    2. Palinka? I actually sort of love that stuff. A friend’s father makes it, but he apparently has a reputation for making it particularly well. 

    3. A friend of mine picked up two Slovenian (I think) hitch-hikers who had a supply of home-made plum brandy in recycled pop bottles. It was actually very pleasant, and far preferable to the concoction above. 

  10. Gah! You know there are PLENTY of delicious drinks out there. This ain’t one of them.

    It  looks less like a brain and more like sinus infection. If I had to give it a name, I’d call it Cthulu’s Neti Pot.

  11. I’ve seen a friend do something called a Cement Mixer.  Forget what it was but they poured a couple pretty strong shots directly into his mouth as he had his head back, then they pour in half a shot or so of Baileys.  Then they tell him to shake his head a little.  At first he looked pleased with the taste but as the milk in the baileys curdled and hardened to lumps in his mouth, man the look of horror on his face was priceless.  He was barely able to swallow it.   

  12. Ahhh, finally, the perfect refreshment for my main course, “Baked Devil’s Brain in Blood Sauce”…;)

  13. Just thought I’d mention that Firefox’s RSS reader has decided to shorten the title to “HOWTO mix a grody-looking Alien Brain Hemorrhage cock…” :)

  14. This dude on TipsyBartender has the best Alien Brain Hemorrhage ever!

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