If A Butterfly Flaps Its Wings…

The taste of a Manhattan that is shaken, compared to one that is stirred, is radically different. Why, I have no idea. But it proves some profound point that I have been trying to make for a very long time. Unfortunately, the point is floating lazily around my brain, not quite visible enough to be clear.

Maybe tomorrow?

3 Replies to “If A Butterfly Flaps Its Wings…”

  1. I just shook one. 4 ounces rittenhouse bonded, 1 ounce punt e mes. 3 dashes regan’s oragne bitters.

    looks like frothy butterscotch.

    i haven’t had one in some time, so i’m having a hard time making any meaningful comparisons. there’s always the next one, I suppose.

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