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So close to martini time!
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<blockquote data-quote="the macdonald" data-source="post: 52290" data-attributes="member: 419"><p>Sense I awoke I have had several cups of coffee, the first, an espresso with the lusty torrent of bitters and sweets that recalls the darker places of the French Quarter in New Orleans, the second and third regular American brewed, black as the night and just as deep…all of them black and to throw sugar in them is to throw sand at the stars. All I wanted and want is the brilliant, diamond, singularity of an arctic cold that is and simply is…and nothing more. </p><p>Oh, Hendrix Gin, though they have my body locked to a desk, my mind wrapped around the latest conundrum, my heart sworn to and legally bound to my wife, my soul belongs to you. Keep your vermouth and olives, just cold gin with a twist.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the macdonald, post: 52290, member: 419"] Sense I awoke I have had several cups of coffee, the first, an espresso with the lusty torrent of bitters and sweets that recalls the darker places of the French Quarter in New Orleans, the second and third regular American brewed, black as the night and just as deep…all of them black and to throw sugar in them is to throw sand at the stars. All I wanted and want is the brilliant, diamond, singularity of an arctic cold that is and simply is…and nothing more. Oh, Hendrix Gin, though they have my body locked to a desk, my mind wrapped around the latest conundrum, my heart sworn to and legally bound to my wife, my soul belongs to you. Keep your vermouth and olives, just cold gin with a twist. [/QUOTE]
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