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Bombay Sapphire. Pfah. Hmmph.
Bombay, sans hullabloo and hefty infusion of college frat boys trying to be impressive, is the gin of choice for me. None of this "Sapphire" buisness so one can try and fail to compare it to the eyes of the lady standing next to you at the bar.
Martin and Rossi. Hmmph. Pfah.
Noily Prat Dry. That's the kind of Vermouth you don't just have to toast in the direction of France for. You can actually put some in your drink.
As to the lemon twist, I've never tried it that way. Something about not wanting to rough up a lemon unless I'm going to use it later... But I'll have to overcome my good manners and give it a go.
Glad you're enjoying a classic. Oh, and by the way... THIS IS THE ONLY DRINK YOU'RE EVER ALLOWED TO CALL A "MARTINI." If this recipie has vodka in it, then you're allowed to call it a "Vodka Martini." Everything else is a cocktail. None of this "Razzberry Martini" "Orgazmotini" "Chocolatini" crap. Martinis are the kind of drinks only men and the women who make men scream their name drink. Puts hair on your chest.
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Sage knows our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's
She answers hard acrostics, has a pretty taste for paradox
She quotes in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus
In conics she can floor peculiarities parabolous -C'hi
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