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Car Crash recipe
A delicious recipe for Car Crash, with Southern Comfort® peach liqueur, amaretto almond liqueur, sweet and sour mix, orange juice and grenadine syrup. Also lists similar drink recipes.
Ingredients:

1 oz Southern Comfort® peach liqueur
1 oz amaretto almond liqueur
7 oz sweet and sour mix
7 oz orange juice
1 dash grenadine syrup


Method:
Pour the Southern Comfort and amaretto almond liqueur into a collins glass over 1 or2 ice cubes. Fill the glass with 1/2 sweet and sour mix and 1/2 orange juice. Top with grenadine, and serve.
Serve:
Collins Glass

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