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Dirty Grandmother recipe
A delicious recipe for Dirty Grandmother, with Newfoundland Screech® dark rum, Kahlua® coffee liqueur and milk. Also lists similar drink recipes.
Ingredients:

1 1/2 oz Newfoundland Screech® dark rum
1 1/2 oz Kahlua® coffee liqueur
4 - 6 oz milk


Method:
Pour Newfoundland Screech dark rum and Kahlua coffee liqueur over ice in a cocktail glass. Fill with milk or light cream, stir and serve.
Serve:
Cocktail Glass

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