“A dry martini,” he said. “One. In a deep champagne goblet.”
Ian Fleming
“Oui, monsieur.”
“Just a moment. Three measures of Gordons, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it’s ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemonpeel. Got it?”
“Certainly, monsieur.” The barman seemed pleased with the idea.