I have always loved gin.  Well, except for when I accidentally drank my father’s gin, thinking it was water.  Perhaps that early taste of gin, as horrid as I remember it to be, has given me an appreciation for its clean, yet floral, flavor.  Tonight Kevin and I made martinis.  Mine, with two humble green olives and his with a habanero-stuffed olive.  I like my martinis with just a splash of vermouth swirled in the martini glass, some olive juice, and Bombay Sapphire.  My favorite cocktail guide, Aquavit to Zombie (see my previous post about this wonderful book here), has the following to say about the gin martini.

I’ve never felt ‘let-down’ after a martini, with gin or vodka.  I didn’t realize, however, that vodka martinis were popular in the 1960s.  However you drink them — have a lovely weekend.  Cheers, everyone!