Churchman returned, opening alcoholic drink

Usage examples of vermouth.

Russ Federico did the honours at the liquor cart, measuring out exact amounts of gin and vermouth in a twelve-to-one ratio, while Bill still slept upstairs.

Gregory watched the dancing for a while, then held his glass of Vermouth up to the light.

Oppy added enough vermouth to cause an oily swirl in the gin, then he handed his concoction to a woman with red-orange hair.

We sat in the bar, not drinking our familiar fayvorit but he whisky and I some vermouth mixture.

She remained there for some time, getting, if truth must be told, a little tired, and even when she at last made her excuses, she allowed herself to be led to the bar, where she remained for a further ten minutes or so, drinking the vermouth she had been offered and which she loathed, and chattering brightly.

The cocktails to begin had been Negronis, the power of the gin obscured by the gentleness of vermouth and Campari.

I went and bought two steaks as thick as my fist, frozen shrimp, cocktail sauce, an orchid with funny grey petals edged with green, a bandanna with a pattern of dice all adding up to seven or eleven, gin and vermouth, both imported, and a vast silly shoulder bag of woven green straw.

This rather upset Caravan, who did not speak again until the tram put them down at their destination, where the two friends got out, and Chenet asked his friend to have a glass of vermouth at the Cafe du Globe, opposite, which both of them were in the habit of frequenting.

We need eggs, butter, peanut oil, vermouth, beef bouillon, and barbecue sauce.

A little white vermouth then, that would have to do he said turned for the door and stopped, that abruptly, with her up against him, her arm on his shoulders pulling him close, can you?

And she was afraid her father, who must at first have minded very much and then had come to mind less, had perhaps by now learned to count on returning home every night to a dark and peaceful house instead of stepping into the full, accusing spotlight glare as Ginger sat, slightly atilt at the kitchen alcove table, presiding tragically over a baked-away casserole, sipping vermouth and twisting her rings.

I had never seen any Italian drink other than Vermouth displayed in shop windows and yet thousands of men had come back talking of Strega and Marsala, Lacrima Cristi and Frascati and Aurum.

They had a corner table to themselves and Leiter told the head waiter not to hurry with the lobsters but to bring two very dry Martinis made with Cresta Blanca Vermouth.

I ordered two vodka martinis and we exchanged inane remarks while I watched him pour a stream of vodka into a silver shaker and add a stingy dash of vermouth.

Simon Templar poured gin and French vermouth into a tall crystal mixer, added a shot of Angostura, and swizzled the mixture with a long spoon.