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A dry martini, served shaken, not stirred, in the London club where Ian Fleming imagined the world’s most famous spy.In the brisk motion of the shaker, a few drops of vermouth escape, seeping into the thick velvet carpet. Year after year, the herbal trail settles deep within it, entwined with the bright twist of Amalfi lemon.
A dry martini, served shaken, not stirred, in the London club where Ian Fleming imagined the world’s most famous spy.In the brisk motion of the shaker, a few drops of vermouth escape, seeping into the thick velvet carpet. Year after year, the herbal trail settles deep within it, entwined with the bright twist of Amalfi lemon.