The Perfect Writer’s Martini

The Perfect Writer’s Martini

The perfect writer’s martini is the martini in your hand. I know, a variant of a cheap joke—but that doesn’t mean you should drink cheap martinis. I was always amazed at my parents’ liquor cabinet, because they bought the massive, Costco-sized bottles of broom-closet spirits before Costco ever put its big boxes on the landscape. The first sip ever allowed me of one of their motley martinis put my adolescent gag-reflex to yeoman use. I vowed never to drink such a molotov-cocktail concoction again.

But as most vows are made of pliant fibers, I bent. In the vow-bending, I learned that you can’t make a drinkable martini out of rubbing alcohol and reptile tears, such as my parents’ sad admixtures. Martini recipes are as controversial as health-care legislation, and as a parallel, you must take one side or the other.

I’m not speaking of whether you make a gin martini, of course. A martini is a gin martini. The philistines who advocate a vodka martini had to have been denied mother’s milk, or sunshine in the spring, or a glance at the underwear of a hoped-for love, and that suffered cruelty prompted them later in life to make woeful drinks. A vodka martini is an abomination; a flavored vodka martini is a trollop’s calliope song of tawdriness.

No, the side I’m talking about is whether you must marry, or at least flirt, with vermouth in your mix, adding a liveried footman to the big-chested general of your four-star gin. I say yes. (Though I admire the tale of Winston Churchill, who when once asked how much vermouth he would like in his martini, replied, “I would like to observe the vermouth from across the room while I drink my martini.”) Through resolute practice, sustained investigation and teary declarations, I doped out the perfect gin/vermouth ratio to be four to one. This calculation is also revealed by reverse magnetism on the Aurora Borealis and in the unreleased Dead Idea Scrolls of The Da Vinci code (signed edition – fine print).

Good Gin Is Not Sin
Get a good, stout gin, such as Tanqueray or Bombay, or if you’re of a more herbally tantalizing bent, try Junipero from Anchor Distilling. Ally that with a serious vermouth, such as Noilly Prat or Martini and Rossi if you must. (Both liquors should be chilled: gin in freezer; vermouth in fridge.) Ponder whether you want the James Bondian “shaken, not stirred” or the putative gin-bruising of the shaker. For me, it’s a matter of mood. I have both shaker and glass pitcher, and alternate between both. I’ve read of stir fanatics buying a specialty ice for their martinis, and using a specified number of cubes. That is zealotry that has no place in sporting drinking.

When I use the shaker (pulsating the infusion in several short plunges, and then a brief settling), I normally crush a percentage of the cubes so that there’s a few pleasant shards of ice doing the butterfly stroke on the martini’s surface. With the pitcher (stirred for 45 seconds or so in alternating circles), I detect a slightly colder result, though no more crisp (or less bruised) than the shaken. Pour into a nice, chilled martini glass of clear stemware—not one of those gigantic two-hand reservoirs seen in some boorish bars. With the pitcher, you will have to invest in a decent long-handled stirring spoon/wand and a strainer—Oxo makes a nice one.

Olives Dot All Your I’s
I prefer the standard small manzanilla olives with pimentos, though some Teddy Roosevelt-like souls will try those bulbous olives stuffed with jalapeno or even garlic. To me, you should seek your lunch outside of your glass. Three small olives will do, because after all, this is a writer’s martini: the “power of three” in writerly phrasings is acknowledged in literary circles everywhere. And why a writer’s martini at all? Because writers face daily death on the page, a loss of language, a spinning descent into fear and paralysis. A good martini is comfort for the terrors of the void and for poor punctuation.

So, pour and pleasure. It would be nice to have a companion in the room, say Nora Charles, to bat eyes with, but any comely, genial lass or laddie will do. One rule: never before breakfast. Enjoy.

[Bonus: Luis Bunuel’s martini recipe]

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11 thoughts on “The Perfect Writer’s Martini

  1. Nora Charles! Yes I’d like to chat and bat eyes with her whether martinis were involved or not. Big fan of Nora. Not so much a fan of martinis in the past, but now I simply must construct one or two this weekend.

    Mint Juleps, now it’s mint juleps that I have strong opinions on…

  2. Rick, martinis do take an adjustment period (like at least 10 minutes between each one). They can seem more like an anesthetic than a pleasure drink, but it’s a worthy education to distinguish between the two.

    Mint juleps, yes. I’m not a fan of muddlers who muddle the leaves so that they leave green vegetation between the teeth. As a dentist, you surely agree? Soft muddling, or else it’s meddling…

  3. An excellent clarification of the challenges I’ve faced in past martinis.

    It’s time, clearly, for yet another bash at getting it right.

    Is T. Jefferson Parker appropriate reading accompaniment to one of these marvels?

  4. I wasn’t familiar with T. Jefferson, but I see he might be in the handguns and hepcats genre, so I suppose a martini or two might work its way into the mix. (Though after a few martinis you may want to stick to Mr. Parker’s audio efforts; reading is chancy with your eyes crossed.)

  5. As your relative, I am so surprised (not!) that you got into your parents liquor – shocking! Let me absolutely agree on gin is the martini; vodka is not acceptable. And Boodles gin – if you can find it anymore – is quite tasty.

  6. Aha, … you are doing some serious experiments here. I’m still split testing stirring against shaking. But it seems to be a pretty good tie so far. 🙂

  7. Ms Bentley, please confine your harassment to other members of the family. (By the way, I like Boodles too.)

    John, I wish I was there to trade some approaches (and some toasts) with you; do canaries like martinis too?

  8. Lemon Drops! Gracious, if you want dessert, order some chocolate mousse and get it over with. We are talking about martinis here, nor ornamental drinks that attract flying insects.

    (But I must confess to liking those sweet drinks too. I used to drink chi-chis by the coconut-full. But don’t tell my therapist.)

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