Leftovers #53

Apr 21, 2023

∙ Paid

A three day sojourn in Milan has restored me. Highs of 24ºC and a much needed sun glow, mild lows of Lime bike navigational related panic attacks. Balanced out by many spritzes, techno tunnel parties, career-making moments and an endless amount of ham sandwiches. One long sleep, two washing machine cycles and a homemade meal later, I have returned to my former self. In case you missed it, my last essay was a love letter to martinis, the briniest and most potent of mistresses. Apologies for the shorter than usual leftovers today; I simply have not consumed anything other than design details and negroni sbagliatos.

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Love Notes #2: Vodka Martinis 🍸

One egg cup of Russian Standard vodka. Half of olive brine. A splash of white vermouth. Not shaken, not stirred – but trembled at the bottom of a glass. Two olives. Small sips – but fast. No more than three. No less than two. This is how hangovers begin. And occasionally Sunday afternoons. I hold the velveteen liquid on my tongue for a moment before lett…

2 years ago · 12 likes · 1 comment · Cat Sarsfield

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