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Recipe for Martini
by Annie Hsu The ice cubes burn a gentle coolness against her skin, evaporating an elusive smoke into the air as she drops them into the stainless steel cup. The ice cubes leave her hand wet with droplets of water. The smoke, much like their tryst, was nowhere to be seen. But the imprint on her heart, like the dew in her hands, was evidence that it wasn't merely a dream. Pour in from the classically shaped bottle the precise amount of Nolet's gin, her favorite. Not too much, and not too little. This aromatic gin embodies a harmonious mix of smooth sophistication without pretense. Perfectly infused with a mix of intelligence, wit, humor, but not lacking in sincere, boyish charm and a scent that will linger in memory. Next, pour a precise measure of dry vermouth. A sweetness unlike other liquors that are childishly overwhelming and grotesque, but a hint of sugar with a subtle aftertaste, like a secret shared, that only you and I would know. Stir slowly in cocktail circles. To the right, and always to the right. Stir precisely the number of times he took her breath away. Not one more, not one less. For the ice will melt just the perfect amount, elevating this cocktail into an ambrosia. Strain and pour the mixture into a beautiful martini glass, and know precisely when to pour. Lingering exposure dilutes a good drink so leave you must, at the perfect moment, like a flower in full bloom and a butterfly in spring. Before life’s boredom eats away at the magic, and all that awaits is stench and death. Lastly, a gentle twist of fresh lemon peel over the drink, a cloud of fragrant oils that dance upon the liquid surface. The clouds, like a beautiful memory, overlay the sky with a dreamy beauty. A pair of lens with which you can look through and beautify this dreary world, overlook the mundane, and a treasure no one can ever take away. Drink up. |
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