There’s something magical about that first sip of a Fernando – it manages to conjure up lazy Mediterranean evenings even if you’re just perched on a barstool in your own kitchen, hunched over a cutting board stacked with limes. I still remember the first time I had one: I’d washed up in a seaside village on the Spanish coast, exhausted and sunburned, and asked a bartender – his hands forever stained by citrus and years of experience – for “whatever he’d drink himself on a hot day.” He just grinned, grabbed a sprig of mint, and set to work.
You won’t find the Fernando on most cocktail menus, and it’s still a surprise to me that it hasn’t spilled out of Spain’s beach towns and become a staple elsewhere. Supposedly it was born sometime in the 1980s, at a point when Spaniards started getting creative with rum (though I’ve heard at least three origin stories, each swearing to be the real deal). Either way, it’s the sort of drink you learn about from someone who’s been sipping it for decades – never from a guidebook.
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What I love about the Fernando is its honesty. There’s nothing complicated or pretentious about it: a splash of good white rum, lime juice that stings your knuckles as you squeeze it, fresh mint that makes the whole kitchen smell like an herb garden, just enough simple syrup, and a generous crown of fizz. Somehow, the drink is greater than the sum of its parts – it’s equal measures lively and calming, bright but never cloying.
Ingredients & Glassware
- 2 ounces white rum (Havana Club 3 Year is my usual pick if I can smuggle some home)
- 1 ounce fresh lime juice (squeeze it yourself; trust me)
- ½ ounce simple syrup (adjust to taste if you like things less sweet)
- 8-10 mint leaves, plus something pretty for garnish
- Soda water to top
- A handful of ice cubes
- Lime wedge, for show
I usually reach for a tall highball glass. Something about the way the mint floats, the bubbles catch the light – it just looks right.
How to Make a Fernando
- Drop the mint into the bottom of your glass and give it a gentle press with a muddler or the back of a spoon. Don’t go wild; you want to coax out the oils, not turn it to swamp water.
- Add the rum, lime juice, and simple syrup right on top.
- Tumble in the ice cubes until the glass is three-quarters full. Crushed ice waters the whole thing down too fast, so stick to cubes.
- Stir everything together. It takes just a quick swirl to get the flavors mingling and the glass nice and chilled.
- Pour soda water over the top – usually 2 ounces or so, but I eyeball this part. Enough to make it lively, but not enough to drown the flavor.
- Garnish with another sprig of mint and a lime wedge perched on the rim.
I’ll confess: my first homemade attempt involved such aggressive mint muddling that I spent the evening plucking green bits out of my teeth. These days, I’ve learned to take it easy – just enough pressure to perfume the whole room, not pulverize the leaves.
For an alcohol-free option, leave out the rum and double up on soda water (sometimes I sneak in a dash of lemonade for a little complexity). It’s still got the sunshine-in-a-glass energy – a little less mischief, maybe, but just as satisfying on a humid day.
Once you get comfortable with the basics, you can riff: a thumb of dark rum if you want something richer, a few bruised berries thrown in with the mint for a backyard twist, or a glug of grapefruit juice when you’re feeling bold. Last summer, I even made a batch with cucumber slices and a pinch of flaky salt muddled in – sounds odd, but it’s absurdly thirst-quenching, especially when the garden’s overflowing and heat shimmers off the patio.
Pair it with whatever you’re grilling – fish, chicken, shrimp skewers, even sticky pork chops. The lime’s acidity slices through fat, and the mint always feels like a palate cleanser between bites. One summer evening, I poured Fernandos for the whole block; my neighbor, who’s a die-hard beer guy, drank three and texted me the next morning for the recipe.
The beauty of the Fernando is its versatility. Serve it with takeout pizza on a Friday night, or as the opener for a proper dinner party – nobody minds. It’s unfussy, lively, and endlessly welcoming. And when someone asks what’s in their glass, you get to play expert for a minute, passing along a recipe that’s as much a memory as a set of measurements.
Be warned, though: once you become the resident Fernando-maker in your friend group, there’s no turning back. I’ve been “the Fernando guy” for years now – a title that makes me smile every time someone lifts their glass and asks, “Can you make me one of those minty Spanish things again?”
