David Wondrich

That and the January 30th item are from 1961, no?

Merci bien!

Quiet Sunday afternoon in August.
(Pineau des Charentes in the glass.)

Whenever I think of Quebec I find myself in awe of the sheer, iron stubbornness of the Quebecois. The battle of the Plains of Abraham was 266 years ago, and French Canada has been entirely cut off from the mother country ever since--AND STILL THEY FUCKING SPEAK FRENCH. Paladins one and all.

How lovely. I’ve been to Bormio and poked around Braulio’s facility; I haven’t been to Bassano dice I was a kid, though. It’s high on my list.

French little free library.

Danielle Steele boos, en François.

Paperback of Boris Vian’s notorious1946 novel, I Will Spit on Your Graves.

A shark was lurking among the guppies.

Attn @davidwondrich.bsky.social ^^

Heh. Good one, Herman.

There a not-small part of me that believes all streets should look more or less like this (Jarnac, Charentes,
France).

I can't tell you precisely how old that bottle is but I can tell you that before the whole "small batch" business Old Fitz was very much at the class end of the bourbon spectrum, and at 6 years old I have no doubt of its deliciousness. Enjoy, you lucky man!

Today is Black Tot Day:
The solemn occasion marking 31 July 1970, the final day of the rum ration in the British Navy; it was poured as usual at 6 bells in the forenoon watch (11am) after the pipe of 'up spirits’.

I'm moving more and more to endorsing the idea that the Executive Mansion should be a 3 bedroom basement apartment underneath a new, boring as shit, executive office building.

Truth.

I was fortunate to get Dan Nicolaescu, a true master bartender, when I was in. But yeah, as you say.

Got my suspicions about Jacksonville, too.

Been to all but San Jose and Jacksonville. I regret nothing.

We try, certainly.

Garrick Club Punch (gin, lemon shrub, fizz water) with a splash of patxaran, Côte Basque.

As soon as I possibly can.

Oh, shit—I shoulda written it “Him.” 😬

Probably best to not deny him.

Definitely in the style book.

Puffy swastika, Côte Basque.

my new ai device will sit in a beer garden that backs onto a small river and drink three to five pints on a sunny late summer afternoon for you, leaving you free for more meetings and business calls

My photo shows a small Roman flask made of translucent cobalt blue glass in the form of a mouse, viewed in profile with head to the left. The neck of the flask (on the right) is funnel-shaped and slightly up-turned to look like a tail. The body of the vessel is rounded and has four tooled trails for feet. A separate blob of glass forms the head with eyes, ears, and a pointed nose. The flask surface is decorated with distinctive trails of glass which have been flattened and notched, using a technique known as ‘snake thread’. Dimensions 6.3 x 5.1 x 14.6 cm.

Something lovely for the weekend! A 1,800 year-old Roman glass flask shaped like a little mouse 🐭 💙

The Met 📷 by me www.metmuseum.org/art/collecti...

#Archaeology

Yeah, kinda.

A little curled tube soldered into the lid that leads to a pinhole vacuum relief hole so the lid doesn’t get stuck. The tube keeps liquid from leaking.

So simple, so telling—unlike so many designers, they actually tested the damn thing under field conditions, found a flaw and came up with a clever—and cheap!—solution.

(I would buy it but I don’t have room for two of them.)

eBay listing for Charles J. Hauck 3-piece brass cocktail shaker with silver plated interior.

This has been on eBay for weeks. Sure, it’s fairly flimsy, a little drab and perhaps a tad overpriced, but this is a rare example of the first 3-piece cocktail shaker, manufactured by the company that patented it in 1882. Plus it has a little secret that makes it work better than most modern ones.