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Pastore Pours It On: Aussie Apex Zero Claims Jeddah Glory as Dutch Dynamo Charge Cuts the Wrong Corner
Saudi Arabian Glass Prix | Jeddah Corniche Circuit | April 20, 2025
By our Shaker-Side Correspondent
Under the blazing Jeddah floodlights, where the air temperature hovered around a glass-fogging 29 degrees Celsius and the asphalt shimmered like the bottom of a well-used cocktail tin, the Cocktail Constructors Championship delivered its most dramatic serving of the season. Fifty laps, twenty drinks, one extraordinary Aussie Apex Zero crossing the finish line first — and one Dutch Dynamo Charge that rather spectacularly failed to stay within the approved lines.
When the shaker finally stopped rattling, it was Ollie Pastore in the Papaya Racing Aussie Apex Zero who took victory, converting a front-row launch into a cool-headed masterclass. Second went to Marten Vandenberg for Rapid Bull Motorsport in the Dutch Dynamo Charge — a drink with enough bourbon-and-energy aggression to threaten the win, but not enough respect for Turn 2 to keep it. Third, and finally on the rostrum for 2025, was Christophe Lefevre in the Fierano Racing Monaco Maestro Blood Orange Spritz, whose extended first stint and devastating late-race citrus bite earned both driver and team their first podium sip of the season.
The Qualifying Shakedown
Before a single drop was poured on race day, the weekend had already produced its share of spilled ingredients. Vandenberg's Dutch Dynamo Charge stormed through qualifying, its bourbon base firing on all cylinders and the Red Bull carbonation providing explosive acceleration to claim pole and break the lap record. The fresh lemon squeeze garnish practically gleamed under the circuit lights.
The real drama, however, belonged to Logan Northrop. The championship leader's Brit Blitz Rum Punch, usually so reliable with its dark rum foundation and pineapple juice propulsion, suffered a catastrophic blending incident through the Turn 4-5-6 complex. The dark rum apparently went sideways, the orange juice sloshed over the rim, and Northrop was left unable to set a Q3 time — starting the race from tenth. In cocktail terms, it was as if someone had dropped the entire shaker on the garage floor. Sticky, embarrassing, and very difficult to clean up.
Lights Out, Glasses Up — And One Argument That Will Be Debated in Bars
When the lights went out, Pastore got the better launch. The Aussie Apex Zero looked beautifully suited to Jeddah's rhythm sections from the very first corner: pineapple juice for smooth flow, passionfruit syrup for punch out of medium-speed bends, and ginger beer for the kind of lively rear-end rotation you need when the walls are close enough to smell your garnish. Into Turn 1, he planted the glass on the inside line with all the lime-acid conviction of a driver who had done his homework.
Vandenberg tried to hang it around the outside, but the Dutch Dynamo Charge skipped the menu entirely, cut the chicane at Turn 2, and rejoined ahead. Rapid Bull argued the drink had been pushed off. Papaya Racing argued, with some justification, that if you leave the bar and come back with the lead, the stewards tend to notice. Five seconds were duly poured into Vandenberg's race time — the cocktail equivalent of being forced to accept an unwanted garnish you absolutely did not order.
Meanwhile, back in the midfield, Yoshi Takeda's Samurai Speed Highball and Pascal Girard's Alpen Arrow Spritz came together at Turn 5 in what can only be described as a catastrophic collision of Japanese whisky and elderflower cordial. Girard had been one of the revelations of practice, where the white grape juice and cloudy apple juice blend had looked unexpectedly nimble, the elderflower cordial adding a fragrant front-end sharpness through the high-speed kinks. In the race, he was pitched into the wall before his drink could even come up to temperature. Takeda's Highball limped back to the pits, the ginger ale fizz entirely knocked out of it, and subsequently retired. The safety car emerged. Two drinks down. Jeddah, as ever, had started with a broken tray.
Papaya Composure, Northrop's Magnificent Recovery
Once the safety car peeled away, the real story began to unfold. Vandenberg's Dutch Dynamo Charge led, but with that penalty hanging over it like an unwanted ice cube in a warm drink. Pastore's Aussie Apex Zero sat behind, its lime wheel gleaming with patient menace, the ginger beer base providing steady, controlled momentum rather than the explosive bursts that were chewing through tyre compounds elsewhere.
When Vandenberg came in to serve his penalty, the bourbon-and-energy-drink machine rejoined behind Pastore, and from that moment, the race at the front was effectively over. The Aussie Apex Zero had found its sweet spot in clean air: the fresh lime juice giving the car bite on turn-in, the passionfruit keeping the mid-corner alive, and the pineapple delivering a deceptively smooth traction phase. Jeddah rewards commitment but punishes oversteer and ego. Pastore brought only the former. This was his third win of the season, and perhaps his most mature — not flamboyant, but utterly, faintly irritatingly precise.
Northrop, meanwhile, was producing one of the drives of the night. Starting tenth, his Brit Blitz Rum Punch was on a magnificent recovery mission: the dark rum base delivering tremendous straight-line punch, the grenadine-tinged aggression carving through the field in cinematic fashion. His multi-lap battle with Lawrence Harrington's Britannia Bolt Fizz was the sort of DRS-and-counter-DRS nonsense that makes Jeddah feel less like a circuit and more like two bartenders trying to steal each other's shaker. The muddled strawberry and honey syrup components of the Bolt Fizz proved deceptively slippery in the DRS zones, but the Rum Punch had the overtaking tools — dark rum for muscular exit traction, orange juice and pineapple juice for balanced drivability, and just enough grenadine to make every move look more dramatic than it probably was. He eventually crossed the line fourth and set the fastest lap. The season narrative, however, has shifted: Northrop arrived in Jeddah leading the standings and leaves looking over his shoulder at the other side of the Papaya garage.
Podium Pours
Vandenberg's P2 will feel both encouraging and infuriating in equal measure. The bourbon gave the Dutch Dynamo Charge a heavyweight launch and excellent drive off the slower exits, while the Red Bull component kept the package lively over a stint and surprisingly resilient over the long runs. On the hard phase, however, a touch of understeer crept into the balance — as if the fresh lemon squeeze wasn't quite enough to cut through the richer base. He finished just 2.8 seconds behind Pastore, close enough to be genuinely irritating. After Bahrain, this was a much healthier pour from Rapid Bull. If they can keep the speed and reduce the steward correspondence, Vandenberg remains very much in the title mix.
Lefevre's P3 was no fluke — this was one of the smartest tactical drinks of the evening. The Monaco Maestro Blood Orange Spritz has often looked elegant without being devastating, but Jeddah let it show both sides. He stretched the opening stint beautifully, preserving the honey syrup and sparkling water balance while others leaned too hard on their compounds. Once he had fresher rubber late on, the fresh blood orange juice gave him the traction and energy to pounce, while the fresh lemon juice added exactly the sort of late-race sharpness needed to dispatch Graham Radcliffe at Turn 1 and hold off Northrop's final charge. Fierano have spent the opening rounds looking like a cocktail with excellent garnish and no base spirit. In Jeddah, they finally found structure. The podium was overdue.
Silver Spear Melts, Willow Shines
For a while, Graham Radcliffe looked like he might trouble the top three. But Jeddah's warm conditions were cruel to Silver Spear Racing. The Silver Streak G&T started brightly enough — the gin base and elderflower liqueur giving crisp initial response — but as the race wore on, the tonic water fizz went flat under sustained thermal stress. Radcliffe and Kari Ambrosini both suffered from overheating and tyre fade, finishing fifth and sixth respectively. Silver Spear's engineers will be spending the Miami break investigating their elderflower liqueur's thermal management with some urgency. Ambrosini's Roman Rocket Spritz had its moments — particularly once the white rum and Aperol blend settled on the harder compound — but an early brush with the wall and persistent understeer meant his race was more educational than explosive.
Harrington's Britannia Bolt Fizz came home seventh. The vodka base was clean enough, and the strawberry-lemon-honey combination gave him enough straight-line slipperiness to play DRS games, but the drink lacked sustained race pace to join the podium conversation. The strawberry slice garnish remained characteristically stylish throughout, which counts for something.
A word for Willow Racing Team, who executed the midfield race of the day. Cesar Serrat finished eighth in the Matador Motion Sunset, and Arthur Arun took ninth in the Thai Thunder Cooler — and crucially, they did it together. Late in the race, Serrat deliberately kept Arun within DRS range, allowing the Thai Thunder Cooler to fend off Ilan Halimi's charging Parisian Pulse Rush. Serrat's fresh orange juice and blood orange juice platform maintained stable pace, while Arun's coconut water, mango nectar, and ginger beer combo had enough cooling capacity to survive the pressure. Halimi still grabbed tenth and the final championship point — the tequila and Red Bull combination in the Parisian Pulse Rush gave him excellent late-race attack, but he simply ran out of laps and, perhaps, finesse.
The Upgrade Sheet
Francisco Aroca was 11th again for Ashton Marvel Racing, still chasing his first points. The Iberian Iron Sunset Cooler has a noble profile — blood orange juice, pomegranate juice, lemon juice, honey syrup, sparkling water — but lacks outright top-speed bite. Suggested upgrade: increase the fresh lemon juice ratio, because right now it's all poise and no punch. Lachlan Lockhart crossed 12th after a time penalty for leaving the track in the Kiwi Comet Crush — raw flair from the muddled kiwifruit and strawberry syrup, but still too eager to use all the track and some of the scenery. A firmer gin backbone and less fruit looseness on corner exit is strongly recommended.
Hawk Motorsport were anonymous in 13th and 14th. Owen Barrington's Rookie Rush Fizz lacked bite in sector one — the simple syrup and grenadine combination is too soft for a circuit demanding confidence on entry. Etienne Ordaz's Normandy Knight Apple Fizz was tidy but underpowered; the cloudy apple juice and pear juice blend needs more structural support — a stronger rosemary note might help stability, if not outright speed. At Audacious Autowerks, Niklas Heinrich was 15th in the Rhine Racer Spritz — the cucumber package kept things refreshingly cool but lacked race-day urgency. Jace Dutton's Outback Mule finished 17th after a one-stop gamble asked too much of the ginger beer and tequila package over a very long stint. Sometimes a mule can sprint; this one was asked to cross the desert. Gustavo Bartolini's Samba Surge Punch completed the classified finishers in 18th — the passionfruit syrup, white rum, and orange juice gave early promise, but the long hard stint cooked it entirely.
The Big Picture
Five rounds in, the championship has a new leader, and it's Pastore — 99 points, ten ahead of Northrop, with Vandenberg a further two back. Papaya Racing leave Jeddah looking like the class of the field, but not untouchable. Rapid Bull have found speed. Fierano have found a podium. Silver Spear have found a heat problem. Willow have found a midfield identity. And everyone else is somewhere between optimising the garnish and calling the supplier.
Miami is next, where humidity, hype, and questionable shirts await. For now, though, Jeddah belonged to the coolest drink on the grid: the Aussie Apex Zero, expertly piloted by Ollie Pastore, who is no longer merely in the title fight.
He's leading the bar tab.
Cocktail Constructors Championship — Where Every Race Is A Round. Drink responsibly. Race irresponsibly. Never, under any circumstances, cut Turn 2.