In the world of martinis I like to think of a vodka martini as sort of an entry-level martini. A martini with training wheels. It can be jazzed up or dressed down. Shaken or stirred. It’s easy and fun and fairly forgiving. Then there’s the gin martini. This is the grown-up martini. It’s like a family sedan. Safe and reliable, and you can run it through the car wash when it gets a little “dirty”… Then there is this. The Vesper. This is not for the casual martini drinker. This is a midlife crisis Aston Martin bought on a whim and driven backwards down a hill in Monaco while trying to escape your lover’s enraged husband. It’s not for the faint of heart. Continue reading “The Vesper Martini”
