It didn't seem like men were the only ones who cared about what kind of cocktail I made.
People at the store - especially Phil - care so much about what I'm going to make that I can't hide it from them.
Perhaps searching for cocktails that come to mind didn't come up.
Speaking of cocktail kings [martinis] is a story too famous on Earth.
I started working as a bartender, and by the time I was a month old, I was talking about a level I knew.
That's why the cocktail I'm trying to make now is buried.
Compared to the [martini], it has no visibility, I don't remember being asked to do much, but it has an interesting meaning.
No, it's funny from people who know [martinis] from the ingredients.
When making a cocktail, naturally at first, prepare the ingredients and utensils.
Take one cocktail glass that you keep to decorate the shelf behind you and gently wipe it with a clean cloth. Then put it in the freezer instead of the ingredients and cool.
Removed from the freezer side of the cold table were 'Ice' and 'Gini'. Further remove 'Sweet Vermouth' from the refrigerator side.
Adding to that and removing it from the shelf is Orange Bitters, a form of Bitters.
Same Bitters, but unlike 'Angostura Bitters' with its wooden bark-like bitterness, it is precisely Bitters with its orange skin-like bitterness.
After arranging all these ingredients, I hurried to the refrigerated showcase and took out the mixing glass next to the brew bottle and spare ingredients that were cooling.
Phil, who was watching me move, would have noticed right away. That the ingredients and appliances I prepare are similar to those I use to make [martinis].
The technique used to make a cocktail is to mix ingredients in a mixing glass, just like "steer" ─ [martini].
The ingredients to be mixed are also 'Gini', 'Vermouth' and 'Bitters'. But the vermouth isn't dry, it's a suite.
Prepare the ingredients to make the cocktail, and I'll get right to work.
Quickly fill the mixing glass with ice and fill the glass with water to steer. Reduce the overall temperature of the glass and discard only the water where the ice horn is taken.
Immediately afterwards, pour out the ingredients of fate and go.
The recipe for this cocktail is also poorly distributed by the book. But I dared to adopt the recipes "Sweet Vermouth" with 15ml and "Gini" with 45ml.
Gently 1 dash of 'Orange Bitters' after those. After finishing pouring all ingredients into the mixing glass, loosely mix the brown liquid together.
Focus your consciousness on your fingertips and gripping bar spoons to avoid making excess noise with the chatter.
Shrub, liquid and ice rub around the inside of the glass. The interior of the glass, which was originally quite cold, further lowers its temperature by the ice.
The feeling of different ingredients melting and mixing together in a glass and being reborn into one new thing.
Imagine in your head an infinite combination of colouring the world of cocktails within a narrow world called the inside of a glass.
Cocktails that I'm going to make now are just words play.
I may be a little child stained as a response, but still just right for the answer.
Relying on the temperature transmitted to his fingertips and the sensation, he stopped the steer at exactly the right time and put the strainer on the glass.
Remove the cold cocktail glass from the freezer and go in front of the man in exchange for an empty glass after drinking.
I gently poured the cocktail I was able to do in the frosted glass.
The liquid that then slips through the mouth of the mixing glass slowly fills the glass with a reverse triangle, with a fluffy, vanilla scent.
After I saw the last drop ripple on the lake surface of the cocktail, I offered the cocktail.
"Thank you for waiting. [Rex]."
The beautiful man moved his previously exploring eyes from me to the glass.
I don't know if it's a sharp dish to serve to beginners of cocktails, but that's probably fine.
Men have already had two tasty cocktails. And the question was, "Is the cocktail world narrow?"
[Gin Tonic] and [Boston Cooler] wanted a different flavor. Yeah, I got it.
"... [Rex]... what's the point?
I answered the man's words after getting a little lost.
"Once you've had a drink, can't you?
"... Hmm"
To my suggestion, the beautiful man obeyed honestly and reached for the glass.
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The man's purpose was not to have himself make the perfect cocktail.
Before this cocktail came out, its purpose had already been achieved.
How does the owner of this young store react when he makes fun of the 'cocktail' after all? That's all I wanted to know.
If you're going to laugh and relay, that's fine. Because the master only has that degree of enthusiasm for 'cocktails'.
Angry, that's good to know. The feeling I put on the master's 'cocktail' was real, and if I could touch that heat, I could tell to some extent.
But the master was neither of them.
Neither affirmed nor denied, I offered this cup along with the kind of dialogue I would entrust to this one.
The cocktail world needs to be small. I said I'd prove it in a cocktail.
The other straightforward answers, in fact, drew more attention to the man to the cocktail.
The man gently approaches his mouth with the glass offered.
The scent was indescribable.
He's been a man who's had a lot of booze before, but it's the first scent of his life.
I thought the two drinks I had earlier were very tasty and interesting, but they stopped there. I kind of knew what kind of lineage it tasted like and what kind of product I was using.
I was just a little surprised to see the potion as an ingredient.
But what is this?
Aroma of vanilla reminiscent of plant skins and fruit peels. The wine-like fruit liquor atmosphere there is combined with the bitterness of the citrus fluffy skin.
and try to sort it out with your head, but the feeling is not one hand short of explanations.
The man who thought it was not obvious to wait like this included it in his mouth, as the young master in front of him had said.
The palate was much, shimmer than I imagined.
A well cooled liquid soothes the heterogeneity of the first taste and improves the hit.
As I closed my eyes and turned my consciousness to my tongue, the same taste as the aroma spread flutteringly into my mouth.
Sure, I've tasted it somewhere before, but I can't remember where it is, the taste of herbs and fruit lineages is mixed with stiffness.
And it's the 'Gini' potion that brings those herbal scents together well.
I wrap those impressions like glass, or like a knife, cutting them clean.
I mean, I know it's mixed, but it was even hard to tell what was mixed up in a man's tongue.
That was even a shock to a man who had tasted all sorts of things before.
The man roars unexpectedly at the breadth of its flavor.
Of the flavor frontiers above the tongue, the cocktails have so far occupied the sweetness and acidity.
However, the new flavor does give a sweet taste, but it is easy to repaint the force chart with bitterness and a hint of spiciness.
It has a difficult taste to explain, but what floats all the way past my throat is the citrus feel.
The last liquid I was pouring like a hidden flavor. That orange liquid leaves an aftertaste in your mouth like a goodbye kiss.
I regret and enjoy knowing that it's the only thing I know.
Look at the world you don't understand and accumulate knowledge you don't understand. It was both a man's hobby and a job.
And finally, understanding it was the best entertainment.
At some point I thought it was my role to do it.
The man looked up. I noticed that the master who offered me this cup was happily looking at me.
I'm sure I enjoyed the taste of the unknown by forgetting I even asked a mean question. From the master's point of view, it must have been a sight with a tight chest.
Nevertheless, the Master is very happy to see the sight of himself enjoying the cocktail.
I am happy that people are drinking cocktails, even though they are the ones who made fun of cocktails.
Seeing the face of such a shopkeeper, the man admits that he enjoyed the cocktail more than he thought.
He decided to ask the first question again, honestly sending praise to a cocktail that was more than he could have imagined.
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"Let's just say it tastes different than any alcoholic beverage I've ever had."
The beautiful man had a troubled look, but roared contentedly.
From the change in his expression when he was drinking, he had conveyed enough of what he liked, but I was glad he dared put it into words.
"So can I ask you again? What does [Rex] mean"
Customer inquiries for keeping promises. Now it's my turn to answer.
I said it with a little bit of childish prank.
"It's the King."
"... the king?
To my response, men round their eyes.
Then he gives the glass another look and surprisingly pursues me.
"Well, in my memory, you talked about the cocktail king being a [martini]. But you say this [Rex] is the king. What does that mean?
"It means as it is. If [Martini] is" The King of Cocktails, "then [Rex] is" The King's Cocktail. "
The 'King of Cocktails' given to [Martini] is, so to speak, the title. Talk about ratings made between cocktail drinks in the world.
But [Rex] means' king 'in itself. This is the title, so to speak. It means he was already a king from birth.
"I see. So this [Rex] is just a name, just a form of 'king'"
I tell men to convince themselves. Somehow the voice seemed lonely.
That's not why I denied the word.
"No, maybe, but it's not. There's no king ruling the cocktail world, including [Martini] in the first place. The cocktail world isn't that small."
"……… Will you continue?"
To my words, the beautiful man narrows his eyes with interest.
I gave back one snort and went on like he said.
"If you liked [Rex], [Rex] could be the real king. Each person likes each and every cocktail he drinks and expands the world within him one by one. That's the best way to enjoy a cocktail, and that's my opinion as a bartender."
"What if there's a cocktail you don't like?
"There's something like that, so I was hoping it would expand the world."
"I see. You're a hell of a cocktail idiot."
Until the first person I met, I was called a 'cocktail idiot'.
But the man always seemed to like my response, and the words had a much more enjoyable grin on his back. I can't deny it without darkness when I get that look on my face.
And he nodded plainly after he had included [Rex] in his mouth again and was silent to worry.
"Oh. It's still good to be here. Beautiful clerks, beautiful women, and young masters who bind them. I think I can write a better poem than I imagined."
After that word, he smiles and opens his eyes, followed by a man introducing himself.
"You're late for your application. I'm a littoro. I call it Echinopus Littoro."
"I'm sorry to interrupt this one. I call myself Evening Mist Total."
"Hmm, then, General. Thank you for meeting me at this store. [M] And can I make this good meeting a song?
"Song, is it"
I was not so sure I had a man's career.
Is he a composer or a poet? But for that, I have the impression that I'm going to grow up well.
No, is it just my image that those professions are bigoted geniuses and poor?
To my troubles like that, the beautiful man gave me a simple and clear answer.
"I'm commonly known as a bard. I haven't brought any instruments today, but I've been rolling around, compiling the customs, heritage, history, etc. of the land in the form of poems and songs."
Oh. Oh! Right, bard!
I never met him in modern Japan, so he didn't come out aggressively. That's a different world!
"I see. So for that purpose in this city, too?
"Right. If you hear of a new breeze in this city called" Cocktails, "it's actually my job to make sure with these eyes."
Litro did say something like finding out about a cocktail in a wind rumor.
So I guess that means I visited this city to ascertain the rumor and, if possible, to investigate its condition.
And for Retro, our store was a place worth making a song about.
I didn't really think about the medium of information transmission in this world because paper is fundamental.
Isn't it a lucrative story to have the cocktail spread in songs?
"You're that one. When it comes to cocktails, the expression is easy to understand"
"... excuse me"
"No, no, I liked it. While I'm staying in this city, I'll make sure you let me go to this store."
To the words of the Little Toro, his surroundings flew a little.
The delightful exhalation of the women who were caught by his neat appearance, and the somewhat complicated sigh of the other man.
A slightly unpleasant sigh of Sui, mixed with it. Hey, owner.
Whatever it was, it was a good thing there were going to be more regulars in the store, albeit temporarily.
"I appreciate that. Make sure you visit us."
"I thought you'd let me. Let's improvise a song to mark your approach."
The man asked me for permission, looking like Hing was on board.
Suddenly I think it's a bit of a problem to be sung out, but if it's the atmosphere in the store right now, is it okay enough for you to sing a song?
If I gave permission to nod, "Go ahead," the man grinned.
"Bye. Titled, 'The Man in Love with the Cocktail and the Women Around Him Like That'"
"I can't give you permission for a song like that though!?
"Ha. It's a joke, a joke"
When I stopped in a hurry, Little Toro was smiling so fascinating that he was angry
Will it really be okay for this man to write a song? I was so anxious.