1992, Dennis A. Williams, Crossover, Summit Books, →ISBN, page 232:
Right now, they were probably too busy getting fucked up; that was the routine. All-week jams and round-the-clock whist and bottles of Brass Monkey and seedless smoke and furtive, furious coupling with people you’d had your eyes on for four years.
1993 January, Charles Aaron, SPIN, SPIN Media, ISSN 0886-3032, volume 8, number 10, page 70:
The rhythm track lurches like Blue Öyster Cult’s “Godzilla” schnockered on Brass Monkey, while the Beasties boast old school for all us new school ex-Marky Mark fans.
1994, Eric Liu, Next, Young American Writers on the New Generation, W. W. Norton & Company, →ISBN, page 51:
“Let’s drink some Brass Monkey, some Olde English, some Cisco.” What do they know about Cisco?
2004, David L., It’s Like Butter, Baby, Trafford Publishing, →ISBN, page 36:
Slim’s breath is blanketed with cheap booze and his eyes are glossy from years of hypodermic needles and Brass Monkey liquor.
2007, Ron Cooper, Hume’s Fork, Bancroft Press, →ISBN, pages 36 and 147:
“I don't know nothing about no soul,” he said between swallows of Brass Monkey on a back porch that shaded twelve bad dogs. […]
The men would sit around the fire outside smoking, spitting tobacco, and perhaps sharing a bottle of liquor, which, since this one would be a setting up/annual barbeque combination and thus the affair of the decade, would warrant not Brass Monkey or Old Grandad bourbon, but the good stuff: Crown Royal in the blue velvet bag.
2008, Jerry Worley, Margaret Morris, and Al Stramiello, Sometimes I Did All I Could, Authentic Remembrances of Teaching, Mercer University Press, →ISBN, page 99:
Within a couple of years he was telling me how he liked to travel to Icicle Creek, drink Brass Monkey, and have his way with grown-up “squaws.”