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Then throw the mint away -
tt
is a sacrifice. Fill with
cracked ice the glass; pour in the quantity of Bourbon which
you want.
It
trickles slowly through the ice. Let it have time
to cool, then pour your sugared water over it. No spoon is
needed; no stirring allowed - just let it stand a moment.
Then around the brim place sprigs of mint, so that the one
who drinks may find taste and odor at one draft.
"Then, when it is made, sip it slowly. August suns are
shining, the breath of the south wind is upon you. It is
fragrant, cold and sweet - it is seductive. No maiden's
kiss is tenderer or more refreshing, no maiden's touch could
be more passionate. Sip it and dream - you cannot dream
amiss. Sip it and dream- it is a dream itself. No other land
can give so sweet solace for your cares; no other liquor
soothes you in melancholy days. Sip it and say there is no
solace for the soul, no tonic for the body like old Bourbon
whiskey."
After that rhapsody I'm afraid anything else in the line
of prescriptions must seem sort of flat-like and tame; still
shall I do my best with recipes, which follow now. I would
call the lis; a tolerably complete one, but make no profession
that it is all-embracing, all-comprehensive, because the sup–
posedly..faithful scout I sent out for the last batch, has been
strangely missing for some days now. We have asked the
good monks of St. Bernard to hunt for him, but he is still
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