JEK
Senior Insider
Negroni, light of my appetite, fire of my palate. That crimson bittersweet sip. Neh-gro-nee: The surface of the tongue taking a trip through three ingredients — gin, Campari, vermouth — down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Neh. Gro. Nee.
It’s everywhere now, finally getting the love it deserves, but like the infamous Nabokov novel “Lolita” I’m paraphrasing, it’s still divisive. Anthony Bourdain, a champion of the cocktail — who red-bitter-pilled me in 2006, when I attended a dinner with him and asked about the intriguingly scarlet contents of his glass — once noted in an interview, “That first sip is confusing and not particularly pleasant. But man, it grows on you.”
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Mind you, it grows more on some than others. I have dear friends who still think it tastes like mouthwash.
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