Sonnet

“The Martini; the only American invention as perfect as the sonnet.”

H. L. Mencken

I think that I shall never see

A Bottle lovelier than thee

And this companion by thy side

Is quite thine equal, undenied

And though some might discuss the merit

Of lesser, Cossack potato spirit

It’s you the connoisseur preferred

Either shaken, or just stirred.

Either way is just as nice,

In a glass of chinkling ice.

But if one to six I mix you in

I’ll need another five bottles of gin.

Me.

Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

4 thoughts on “Sonnet”

  1. Boulevardier My version.
    1.5 oz (45ml) Rye whiskey 2 oz rye whiskey
    1 oz (30ml) Campari 0.5 oz Campari
    1 oz (30ml) Sweet vermouth 0.5 oz sweet vermouth
    Orange twist 3 dashes Fees Orange bitters
    Combine rye, Campari, and sweet vermouth into a mixing glass
    Add ice and stir
    Strain into a coupe glass or a rocks glass with ice
    Garnish with orange peel

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