Fisherman. Hunter. Ambulance driver. Traveler. Expatriate. Journalist. Novelist. Modernist. At some point in time, nearly all of Ernest Hemingway‘s contributions to the world—whether you liked him, loved him or couldn’t stand him—seemed to be eclipsed not by the man, but by the idea of the man. If Ernest Hemingway, the celebrity, outshone Ernest Hemingway, the writer, then Ernest Hemingway, the legend, continues to burn most effulgently.

Of course, he would’ve never said that. He’d have said that that flame simply burns bright and strong. Maybe it would burn long, too. And it’s precisely that—his concise and unminced words—that made the man who wrote his novels whilst standing up (and who, arguably, could’ve clobbered both Henry Miller and Norman Mailer, combined, with his right hand tied to his left foot) the voice of the Lost Generation.

His works were full of nature, women and war, often accompanied by prodigious bouts of drinking and the rows those bouts inevitable brought on. And after returning from Europe to the U.S., he set up dual residences in Key West, Florida, and in nearby Cuba, where he became acquainted with one of his favorite cocktails, that tropical island’s national drink: the Mojito.

And, comprised of five simple ingredients—muddled mint, sugar, lime juice, rum and carbonated water—why wouldn’t it be?

To honor the legend of the man who seemingly did it all, we present to you, the Hemingway, our twist on the Mojito.

Built, from the rocks up in a tall glass, ours is made by mixing lime juice and Appleton White Rum with freshly squeezed lime juice and our housemade ginger tarragon syrup. Splash in a bit of soda water for some fizz and garnish with both a lime slice and a dried anise star, and there you have it.

He probably would’ve liked it. At least, isn’t it pretty to think so?