I did the
Vodka issue cover story for
Massachusetts Beverage Business again, and I remembered and rediscovered the romance of the liquor.
Back in the day, I was a straight-up vodka man. I’d started swilling vodka mixed with anything sweet, but then I met a Russian girl who challenged me to drink chilled half-ounce shots of Smirnoff with her. I was hooked. I never saw her again, but I retained a love for the subtleties of straight vodka.
There’s not a lot of us. “1O% of my clients drink it straight,” said Ryan Maloney at Julio’s Liquors, “and I’m probably exaggerating."
I got excited, and I challenged the retailers I was writing for to get excited again as well.
Clear glass and vibrant color; anonymous buzz in a Bloody Mary and teasing subtlety in a ritual glass; faceless Slavic liquor and storied European spirit; bottom shelf rocket fuel, solid reasonable value, and high-priced luxury badge; anesthetic, inspiration, refreshment, amusement, tasty temptation, and effortlessly sophisticated companion to the finest caviar . . . To call this protean liquor “colorless, odorless, and tasteless” sells it terribly short. If you’ve been pushing it without romance, maybe it’s time to think again about what vodka is, and what it can be.
I'm looking for thimble glasses, and planning a
zakuski party.
1 comment:
At least you have a decent selection of the damn stuff here in the People's Republic of Pennsylvania!
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