'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"The identity of the egg flavor is, in brief, the ingredient of the lime skin."

I'm not only going to tell Sally, I'm going to tell Phil and the other three.

Said Sally seemed somewhat unconvinced by my words.

"But I did squeeze the pulp, didn't I? If you mean skin, isn't it nonsense at the time you're sinking into a glass?

"Lyme's skin is more delicate and sturdy than you think. You don't get hurt badly if you don't irritate them."

I'll take out the remaining lime and show Sally the cross section.

When I say citrus cross section, many humans might think of that cross section of orange.

This time, there is a difference between crossing and cutting vertically, but I would like to draw the attention of the skin first.

The orange skin is quite thick, with a lot of white areas, about 1 cm thick at a glance.

However, the lime skin is only about 1 mm thicker.

"Lemon or something, citrus peel basically contains bitterness."

"I understand that."

"But the ingredients of that bitterness don't mix so easily unless you apply an impossible force to the skin."

As I say, I take out two shot glasses - two smaller glasses with a capacity of about 30 ml.

I cut the lime that was left instantly and made two fillets.

For one thing, squeeze the juice with the strength of the position I always do. Shall I say how to squeeze a little short, about as much pulp?

And on the other hand, I squeezed as much fruit juice as I could squeeze.

At first glance, there is a huge difference in the amount of fruit juice, and if you just look at it, it seems to get as much squeeze as you can.

I'll make sure Sally gets those two glasses.

"Look, compare these two drinks"

"... I get it"

Sally replied with a special winning attitude, first mouthing the glass of the normally squeezed one.

"... it feels refreshing, it's sour"

"I don't really drink it the way it is, but you also feel like it's sour and refreshing and just a little sweet, don't you think?

I asked him for his consent, but Sally seemed to disagree only with the 'sweet' part. Well, do you feel sweet, when it comes to personal differences?

Even when I was working, the whole staff wouldn't agree to 'sweetness'.

"See you next."

As I said, I also recommended to Sally the glasses of those who narrowed them to the best of their ability.

Sally receives that glass in horror and slowly pours it into her mouth.

"Wow... that's bitter and sour"

"Oh. And the aftertaste's a little harsh, isn't it? That indescribable egg is also the hallmark of Lime's skin."

obviously distorted his face, tongued out and Sally said.

But I think that sentiment is everything.

For example, every bartender can't help but make a difference in flavor with [Gin Tonic].

Unlike the base brands, there are multiple tonic brands. Even though it's already different, it also overlaps a number of personal skills, such as lime, ice, pouring and mixing.

In that, if you 'fail' like this one, of course the results will follow.

The three of us say it tastes bad, and even the recessed future appears.

"But that's a lot of progress compared to the last [screwdriver]. At least you can have something to drink just by being eggy."

"... is that really a compliment?

I honestly compliment this cocktail, but Sally's cheeks are still a little bloated.

But I overlap words to unravel her heart like that.

"Naturally. Thanks to that failure, Sally would never make the same mistake no matter how temperamental, would she?

"... well, naturally"

"Then it means you're growing. I'll admit it."

After I said that, I felt Sally's head still depressed and stroked.

"Become!? No, please don't! I failed!

"Well, don't tell me, you have talent. 'Cause I promise."

"Well, that's not the problem...!

Even though Sally doesn't like it, she doesn't try to force my hand away.

Though, I just stopped praising around here, too.

"Anyway, none of the newcomers care that much"

"... Yep"

"Don't be too depressed. You don't expect perfection from the beginning."

Even then, Sally was caught up in what she was told to be an egg.

Nevertheless, if I say anything more, the words are going to lie.

I shut up. I put Sally down for a second, and I turned my attention to Phil.

"And if Sally understands enough, Phil is next..."

"Yes!

Called out to me, Phil stretches his spine like he's nervous.

That said, you mean against Phil...

"... uh, that's it. Well done."

"... Yes?

"To be honest, it's good for the first time."

"... Ah, yes!

Of course, it's not perfect.

It was a solid cocktail that I never thought I'd make for the first time.

Without squeezing too much lime, Gin, well, for the first time, it was well weighed.

The way I poured the tonic was polite, as I taught it, and the steer worked hard.

Good balance. There are no flashy failures, so I thought it wouldn't even taste bad.

And when I'm not sure what to say to Phil, Phil asks me worried.

"... the general said, do I have any pointers?

Saying, Phil glanced at Sally.

Well, if you let go of the next compliment of that said sister, would you sit badly?

Not really, it's not even something to say to a first person, but for once, do you want me to point out the part that came to my eye?

"Then you are. Why did they say Phil's cocktail was' weak 'compared to mine"

I once took my eyes off Phil and asked Bergamo for his first sip.

"Bergamo. What exactly was it like to be weak?

"Huh? Uh, do you mean there's no punch overall? It's well balanced, but each one of them is small and clustered together."

After closing his eyes as he remembered, Bergamo explained this and whatever his words were.

Corsica and Iberis, sitting next to each other, do not speak, but agree with the trick.

I felt Phil frightened just a little bit around "it's small and clumpy".

That's certainly the trend Phil has had here lately compared to Sally.

Anything can be done without, in other words, without fail.

And not failing among newcomers means they tend to step too far on the brakes.

"Well, yeah. First of all, Phil, one of the problems with this cocktail is that it's not enough overall."

"... overall, is it?

For once, I made a good look at the glass I made and Phil's.

Just by looking at it, there's no difference between them. Precisely, it's been a long time since I made it, so I'm sweating a lot?

But if you take a good look, you'll notice the difference between the liquids.

"I have less carbonated bubbles."

"Oh. In all the work, Phil was too polite. That's what I was thinking."

I once took an empty glass in my hand to explain.

"Okay? This glass, Collins Glass, contains just over 300 ml of liquid if nothing. But there's no liquid in that capacity in the actual glass, why?

Phil thought only a little.

Look at me and my own cocktail and get to the right point with Pong.

"Because ice comes in, right?

"Oh. The amount of liquid that goes into the glass is what the volume of ice is pulled"

It's a natural conclusion, no matter who thinks.

If there is something different in the container, the tolerance will be reduced for that matter.

In view of that, it may be said that the cocktail ratio is determined.

"... that? But it doesn't look like there's a difference between the amount of ice in my glass and the total."

After getting there, but Phil said strangely.

Yeah, it looks like there's no difference between me and Phil's glass of ice at the moment.

At the same time as my glass, which I should have made earlier, I see one result.

"That's the result of being too polite. In short, a cocktail can be less complete the harder it takes."

As I say, I say with the glass raised earlier.

"To put it very simply, Phil was too politely stuffed with ice. It's like balancing small and large ice and reducing the gap a little bit. But sometimes it works negative."

In that regard, Sally might have been more apt in a sense.

She stuffed cancer and ice without hesitation, the size of going in for now.

As a result, a moderate gap was to be created in the glass.

But Phil carefully packed the ice because of his dexterity in front of him.

Without even knowing that would be one pit.