“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.