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Shake with Ice, and then strain into a Cocktail Glass; Garnish with a Lemon Twist. | Shake with Ice, and then strain into a Cocktail Glass; Garnish with a Lemon Twist. | ||
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+ | ==Historical References== | ||
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+ | ==="Casino Royale," Ian Fleming, 1953=== | ||
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+ | "A dry martini," he said. "One. In a deep champagne goblet." | ||
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+ | "Oui, monsieur." | ||
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+ | "Just a moment. Three measures of Gordon's, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon-peel. Got it?" | ||
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+ | "Certainly, monsieur." The barman seemed pleased with the idea. | ||
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+ | "Gosh, that's certainly a drink," said Leiter. | ||
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+ | Bond laughed. "When I'm . . . er . . .concentrating," he explained, "I never have more then one drink before dinner. But I do like that one to be large and very strong and very cold and very well-made. I hate small portions of anything, particularly when they taste bad. This drink's my own invention. I'm going to patent it when I can think of a good name." | ||
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+ | He watched carefully as the deep glass became frosted with the pale golden drink, slightly aerated by the bruising shaker. He reached for it and took a long sip. | ||
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+ | "Excellent," he said to the barman, "but if you can get a vodka made with grain instead of potatoes, you will find it still better." | ||
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[[Category:Recipes]][[Category:Gin Cocktails]] | [[Category:Recipes]][[Category:Gin Cocktails]] |
Revision as of 13:40, 3 November 2006
The Vesper is a Cocktail which consists of Gin, Vodka and Kina Lillet.
Recipe
- 3 shots Gin
- 1 shot Vodka
- 1/2 shot Lillet Blanc
Shake with Ice, and then strain into a Cocktail Glass; Garnish with a Lemon Twist.
Historical References
"Casino Royale," Ian Fleming, 1953
"A dry martini," he said. "One. In a deep champagne goblet."
"Oui, monsieur."
"Just a moment. Three measures of Gordon's, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon-peel. Got it?"
"Certainly, monsieur." The barman seemed pleased with the idea.
"Gosh, that's certainly a drink," said Leiter.
Bond laughed. "When I'm . . . er . . .concentrating," he explained, "I never have more then one drink before dinner. But I do like that one to be large and very strong and very cold and very well-made. I hate small portions of anything, particularly when they taste bad. This drink's my own invention. I'm going to patent it when I can think of a good name."
He watched carefully as the deep glass became frosted with the pale golden drink, slightly aerated by the bruising shaker. He reached for it and took a long sip.
"Excellent," he said to the barman, "but if you can get a vodka made with grain instead of potatoes, you will find it still better."