An Ode To.. The Negroni

Pour yourself a drink and sit down would you?

It’s starting to feel like each week there is something to celebrate, which of course is not a bad thing at all.

It just means we have more to potentially remember.. and to consume a few Negroni’s does, well, opposite that.

So much, that when I thought of jotting this down as an ode - there certainly isn’t any kind of poem written by me to say the least.

As Negroni week comes to an end however, I just want to say salute to an apéritif I’m glad exists.

Some would think pre dinner, 1950s, northern Italy.

I would think pre and post any meal, any situation, any decade, any time.

A part of gin. Another equal part of Campari.. finish the thirds of with a part of some kind of botanical.. if you will, fortified wine.

Stir and strain.

Poured over a large ice cube in a tumbler, a peel of orange rind to finish.

You beauty.

Great memories with this refreshment and the bars around the world once served.

As I sit at one of my favourite bars under consumption of said refreshment, each sip takes me on a journey of the when’s and where’s.

Generally speaking.. have you a favourite drink or cocktail that does such a thing?

Entirely mesmerising.

Cheers, cin cin and enjoy!