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COCKTAILS
The BonVivant's Companion
A ^^Ferfect" Cocktail
Pluck me ten berries jrom the juniper
And in a beaker of strong barley spirit
The kindly juices of the fruit compress
This is our Alpha. Next clap on your wings,
Fly south for Italy, nor come you back
Till in the cup you have made prisoner
Two little thimblefuls of that sweet sirup
The Romans call Martini. Pause o'er Paris
And fill two eggshells with the French vermouth.
Then home incontinent, and in one vessel
Cage your three captives, but in nice proportions.
So that no one is master, and the whole
Sweeter than France, but not so sweet as Italy.
Wring jrom an orange two bright tears, and shake.
Shake a long time the harmonious trinity.
Then in two cuplike angels' ears present them.
And see there swims an olive in the bowl.
Fink Lady
% ounce dry gin
ounce apple brandy
ounce lemon juice
Yi ounce grenadine
White of an egg
Shake with cracked ice well, strain into cocktail
glass.
The drinking term "toast" actually originated jrom the medieval cus
tom of placing a piece of toast in a jug of ale.
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