The Kempt Five
- Jason Wire
- Najib Benouar
Every Wednesday we’re giving you a deeper look into what makes the minds behind Kempt tick. We call it: The Kempt Five.
The Jersey Kilt. “Three cocktails into a recent evening, I found myself in need of a nightcap strong and intensely smoky enough to put my thirst (and consciousness) to rest. My favorite cocktail bar in the city answered with something called a Jersey Kilt (1 oz applejack, 1 oz Laphroaig, 1-2 dashes Peychaud’s Bitters), which was not so much a cocktail as it was the pure liquid form of some mahogany-lined whiskey library in Edinburgh. While it’s not something I’d ever consider a go-to (or consume before dusk), it’s the kind of drink that frigid winter nights, dim lights and the phrase ‘one more round’ were made for.” —J.W.
Scotchy Scotch Scotch. “Speaking of scotch, I recently received a mighty fine bottle of Glenfarclas Single Highland Malt scotch from the coveted Speyside territory. And to make sure I was pronouncing it right, I pulled up this old gem from Esquire—a scotch pronunciation guide from esteemed actor and proud Scot Brian Cox. The more you know...” —N.B.
Pharrell’s G I R L. “The omnipresent hatted one has released his latest album— streaming free on iTunes right now. And while you listen, make sure to read up on his ascension to Almost Icon territory (and beyond).” —N.B.
Anonymous Ism Knit Ties. “Even more than the bow tie, I believe that the knit tie is the most devil-may-care form of neckwear. It says, ‘Yeah, I know what business-casual means, but I’m going to do my own thing. You don’t own me.’ Pair that thing with a blazer and no one will be able to say that you’re underdressed, as you affirm your status as non–worker drone. I particularly love the J.Crew In Good Company line with Anonymous Ism. There are only a few styles left in their sale section (my department of choice), though, so you better get on that quick if you know what’s good for you.” —S.P.
Curling. “Then again, we’ll all forget that it’s even a sport until the next Winter Olympics come along. Or should I say, glide along while the ice in front of them is smoothed by brooms, of all things. Canada. What a mystery.” —S.P.