Ogden Nash complained against ridiculous additives in salads. Time, I think, to move onto his witty observations on sundry liqueurs. Here's his Mint Julep:
There is something about a mint julep. It is nectar imbibed in a dream, As fresh as the bud of the tulip, As cool as the bed of the stream. There is something about a mint julep, A fragrance beloved by the lucky. And perhaps it's the tint of the frost and the mint, But I think it was born in Kentucky.
And here is his Highball:
There is something they put in a highball That awakens the torpidest brain, That kindles a spark in the eyeball, Gliding, singing through vein after vein. There is something they put in a highball Which you'll notice one day, if you watch; And it may be the soda, but judged by the odor, I rather believe it's the Scotch.
And, in the same vein, he goes on to extol the Old-Fashioned:
There is something about an old-fashioned That kindles a cardiac glow; It is soothing and soft and impassioned As a lyric by Swinburne or Poe. There is something about an old-fashioned When dusk has enveloped the sky, And it may be the ice, or the pineapple slice, But I strongly suspect it's the Rye.
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