The martini may be my favorite cocktail. I like nearly all of the variations, so I decided to write a poem for this amazing drink:
Ode to a Martini
Be gone, my vodka friends, and let me beWith gin, vermouth, and lemon slice.Try an olive, one, two or three.Clarity pure when stirred with ice.The dry one, with a dash or maybe two,The perfect, with a splash of sweet and dry,The dirty, with its half-measure olive brine:Make a martini for me, and one for you.Choose your type: a dirty low or vesper high.Any way is fine, as long as it’s mine.
I do have to admit that the dry martini is not my favorite. What I still like about it is its clarity. Not only does the drink look like a clear glass of water, but it actually tastes clear. There’s flavor there, no doubt, but the tastes are very simple and understated. With a good gin, it goes down very smooth. And the lemon adds a lovely nose.