Word: glassing
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...town of my childhood. The sound of ice cubes slipping around a low-ball glass half-full of whiskey was in the background whenever I called my friends' parents. It sounded glamorous and slightly sinful to my 10-year-old ears. When I walked over to my friends' houses in the evenings, they all had the same smell. It wasn't until college - no joke - that I figured out it was the smell of distant Scotch. Back then I thought it was some kind of cleaning agent that professional house-cleaners must use because we didn't have a maid...
...Samantha greeted Darrin with it every night on Bewitched, but nobody in my house drank any, nor did the people with whom we spent Thanksgiving, Christmas or Easter. We had bottles and bottles of it in two or three locations around the house, with fancy decanters and cut-crystal glasses in trays, on shelves, in showy cabinets - at the ready for someone who could actually swallow it. Everybody gave my father, the village orthopedic surgeon, a bottle of it when their bone was mended - so the stuff came in as regularly as the mail. Every year or so my father...
...grilling and caramelizing are emphasized to lend flavor without adding the pounds. And while you're perfectly free to undo all the good work by downing a calorie-packed bottle from Seasons 52's 140-strong wine list, the fact that 70 of those wines are available by the glass makes it easy to indulge with moderation...
...producers, suppliers and retailers make up for their losses. But the cost of drinking has always failed to get between the nation and its joy. Russians will tighten up on everything else to sit back and enjoy a stiff drink; few, however, are likely to raise their glass to toast the bureaucracy...
...moment Jean tires of spouting aphorisms and spitting venom; he offers her a glass of water. As an oenophile might hold a sip of claret in his mouth, testing its taste, Jean lets his mind race through the most demeaning possibilities, entertaining worst-case scenarios. He tries flattery, complimenting Gabrielle as he might a statue: "Your neck has such a lovely blush when you're nervous. Your skin reflects your every thought. I can trace your life in each blue vein. They're highly visible, even the blood pulsing through them. ... The blood in your temples appealed...