Screaming Orgasm
The Screaming Orgasm is vodka, amaretto, coffee liqueur and Irish cream, shaken and served over ice. It is a dessert, it is from the 1980s, and the name was the marketing. The plain Orgasm is the same drink without the vodka: three liqueurs, no spirit. Adding the vodka is what makes it screaming, which is the sort of joke the bar-call era ran on. A great many drinks from that decade were named to make ordering them slightly awkward, and the awkwardness was the selling point. Underneath the name it is competently built. Amaretto brings almond, coffee liqueur brings roast and bitterness, Irish cream brings body and sweetness, and the vodka stiffens the whole thing without adding a flavour that would have to be accommodated. It is the White Russian's logic with two more bottles in it, and if you can get past ordering it out loud it is a genuinely good after-dinner drink.
Glassware: Rocks Glass
Garnish: None: the name did the garnishing
Ingredients
25ml
The screaming. It adds strength without adding a flavour that would need accommodating between the almond, the coffee and the cream. Without it the same drink is a plain Orgasm.
12.5ml
A quarter of the drink, so kernel character matters. The cheap bottles are sugar and almond flavouring, and against coffee and cream they read as sweetness and nothing else.
12.5ml
The roast floor everything else sits on, and the only bitterness in the glass. It is what stops three sweet ingredients stacking into something you cannot finish.
12.5ml
Body and sweetness, shaken through rather than floated. This is the one drink in its family where the cream liqueur integrates instead of forming a layer.
Instructions
Add the vodka, amaretto, coffee liqueur and Irish cream to a shaker.
Fill with cubed ice and shake hard for 10 seconds.
Strain into a rocks glass over fresh ice.
Expert Tip
Shake it, do not layer it. This family integrates where the B-52 stratifies, and the texture you want is a uniform velvet rather than visible bands. Ten seconds is enough: cream liqueurs aerate quickly and over-shaking makes them frothy rather than silky. Buy amaretto with real kernel character. It is a quarter of the drink, and the cheap bottles are sugar and almond flavouring, which against coffee and cream reads as sweetness and nothing else. Serve it properly cold and over fresh ice rather than the ice it was shaken with, which is already half water. Cream liqueurs turn cloying as they warm, and a rocks glass filled fresh keeps it drinkable to the bottom.
Behind the Screaming Orgasm
Flavour Profile
Where It Comes From
The Orgasm family multiplied through the bar-call boom of the 1980s and no individual is credited with any of it. The plain version is three liqueurs; adding vodka makes it screaming; there are further variants that add more and are named accordingly.
What is worth understanding is why so many drinks from that decade have names like this. Bars were selling drinks by the theatre of ordering them, in rooms loud enough that a name had to carry across a counter, and mild embarrassment turned out to be excellent marketing. The Slow Comfortable Screw and its relatives come from exactly the same commercial impulse and the same few years.
The Cream Arithmetic
Four bottles, three of them sweet, and it works because each does a different job.
Coffee liqueur is the floor. It brings roast bitterness, which is the only thing in the glass counteracting the sugar, and its darkness gives the others something to sit against. Amaretto brings almond, which has a faint bitterness of its own from the apricot kernels it is made from. Irish cream brings the body and the texture. Vodka brings strength and nothing else.
Take any one of them out and it stops balancing. Without the coffee it is cloying. Without the amaretto it is a White Russian with cream. Without the vodka it is fine and a good deal weaker, which is precisely the plain Orgasm.
Shaken, Not Layered
The obvious comparison is the B-52, which also uses coffee liqueur and Irish cream and layers them into visible bands.
This does the opposite deliberately. Layering depends on density differences and produces a drink that changes as you go down it. Shaking produces a single texture, which is what a cream drink served over ice needs: a layered drink over ice would collapse into a mess within a minute.
Ten seconds of shaking is enough. Cream liqueurs aerate fast, and a long shake turns silk into foam.
The Eighties, Honestly
It is easy to be sniffy about this decade of drinks and the sniffiness is mostly misplaced. The names were daft and commercial, but the recipes underneath a good number of them are sound: they use real liqueurs in sensible proportions and they were built to be made quickly and to taste the same every time.
What went wrong later was the ingredients rather than the specifications. Cheap flavoured syrups replaced liqueurs, and the drinks that had survived on quality bottles stopped surviving. Made with decent amaretto and a real coffee liqueur, this one holds up.
How to Serve It
Shaken for ten seconds, strained over fresh ice in a rocks glass rather than the ice it was shaken with.
After dinner and instead of pudding. It also exists as a shot down the rail, which is the same specification at a third of the volume and considerably less pleasant to drink.
Make it at home
The Spirit
VodkaThe only major spirit whose legal definition asks for character to be taken away rather than built. UK law requires it to be distilled so that the raw material's own qualities are selectively reduced, and sets the floor at 37.5%. What is left is strength, texture, and whatever survived the process.
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Frequently Asked Questions
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What is a plain Orgasm?
Should it be layered like a B-52?
Does the amaretto brand matter?
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Recipe by Jerry Can Spirits