The Simple Pleasures In The Smallest Moments
In a cocktail world filled with the talented few preparing the hand made magic to the grateful many, a drink as simple as a strong liqueur and tonic on ice almost seems lazy if not quaint. As if those of us with either the skill and training or the discerning taste should be loath to stoop to such a level. But there remain moments, for me at least (and I feel safe in assuming a great many others), when the simple ounce of Chartreuse or Campari or Bonal Gentian topped by three ounces or so of good tonic joined by an over-sized cube of ice provide the punctuation on the end of a statement begun by a warm fire, a good read, and an inviting chair.
May this admission mark me as one whose life’s journey has reached its mid-point or beyond, so be it. Self acceptance is the calling card of maturation. Knowing thy self is good. Accepting thyself is when real living begins.
And now, I accept that I want a Chartreuse and tonic. A little bitter, herbal, even medicinal maybe. But that’s okay. It’s a complex liqueur spread out amidst some quinine influenced bubbles and just fits what right now calls for. Last night it was bourbon, tomorrow it may be Scotch, but now, this works for me.