He had vowed long ago never to ask a bartender to "surprise" him. He had also vowed never to smoke again. The sweet drifting scent of cured Virginia tobacco that followed him into the bar proved he had a problem keeping his vows.
Being a simple drinker he liked to keep things easy: gin when the sun was up and whiskey after it set. Today the sun wasn't setting quick enough. Usually, he would call for Bourbon with ice or a Scotch without. He looked up and down the bar. He didn't want an old-fashioned like everyone else.
He made his case to the bartender who nodded and got to work. Under three ingredients, served over ice and it also had to be a base of American whiskey. He believed that an older and wiser spirit such as Scotch should never be mixed with anything except more of the same. The bartender seemed to know what to do.
He watched as the bartender reached for a bottle of rye whiskey from Wild Turkey. A heavy dose went in the glass. This was followed by two smaller pours of what looked like a triple sec and yellow Chartreuse. These guys always moved too fast to figure out what was going on. An orange peel finished off the concoction. Not sure that he would enjoy the surprise he gave a weak smile and lifted the golden mix to his lips.
Too sweet, but then...wait. No. Spicy. Viscous. Orange. What seemed sweet at first seemed to dry out while it was in his mouth. How odd he thought. Not that the drink seemed to change like magic but that he found a bartender who could read his mind. He finished his new drink and left more than the right amount as he walked outside. He hailed a cab in time to see the sunset between the buildings on the short ride home. Rules should be broken sometimes he thought as the taste of orange and rye lingered on his tongue.
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