Word: vermouth
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Connoisseurs take their martinis more seriously, and many are aghast at the corruptions being introduced to the time-honored formula: good gin, a whisper of dry vermouth and an olive. Not only is there the unspeakable vodka martini, but also a Cajun version, made with peppered vodka over crushed jalapenos; a red martini, colored with Campari; and a Japanese variation combining vodka and sake. Even the sacred, salty olive has been replaced by bacon bits and midget corncobs. Can martini bars on Rodeo Drive be far behind...
Despite these efforts, there was no doubt that Italy had suffered a traumatic blow. In Denmark, where a 6,613-gal. shipment of cheap Italian vermouth was found to contain dangerous amounts of methyl alcohol, officials issued a ban on all Italian wines. West Germany imposed border controls requiring Italian wine imports to be cleared by government chemists. And in France, the government seized 4.4 million gal. of suspect wine and dumped at least 1.3 million gal. Clearly, it would be a long time before the world's consumers fully recovered their confidence in one of Italy's best-known...
...country. Keillor's folk confront mainstream America with beer and trembling. They are still wagging their heads and clucking their tongues over Father Emil's summer replacement. Golfing Father Frank proclaims of his martini at a backyard party, "Dry. Mmmmm. What did you do? Just think about vermouth, for Christ's sake...
...4077th M*A*S*H we raise our martini glasses one last time (ingredients: plenty f gin and a toast to Lorenzo Schwartz, the inventor of vermouth...
...autobiography. He candidly recalls, "I wondered if my deepest interest in her was as a writer I could take advantage of." But the sentient novelist who had written the melancholy Good Morning, Midnight in 1939 was long gone. She spent most of their time together drinking gin and sweet vermouth and babbling away in a pitiful parody of her once considerable style and charm. Plante spares us few of the clinical symptoms of her senility. Emblematic of the mode of his memoir is a page-long account of the time that Rhys fell into the toilet when he failed...