I’ve been drinking Martinis off and on ever since Ken – 2 doors down from me in the dorm (1973) – introduced me to them. For some reason, I recall he liked a “dirty martini," with a bit of the olive brine added. I didn’t know back then its name nor that Franklin Delano Roosevelt drank his in that fashion.
There’s something clean and warming about a Martini. It’s been my drink ever since then. Oh, and one makes a Martini with gin. A Martini has gin. I’d have asked for a vodka Martini if that’s what I’d wanted.