Grenadine syrup, the benign sweet dye for the virginal Shirley Temple, can stand in for spilt blood. Bored college bartenders learn that trick early on during their downtime, dripping it over a creamy shot of Bailey's for the appetizing Brain Hemorrhage. This is one of those brilliant bartender discoveries that only gets played out on Halloween, when drink-slingers can indulge their creepy cocktail fantasies—The Dead Baby Boy; The Necrophiliac's Dream—and foist it on a costumed public. All of a sudden, Jagermeister, with its opaque blackness and foul taste (they'll say licorice, but it's kind of what we imagine the undead barfing in your mouth would taste like) makes altogether too much... More >>>