#picon

In lost days, where I laughed with you—warm memories I no longer know

Though I hear reason echo around; emotions that keep making sound

Could it have been truly okay? Where did I make my mistake?

But I feel a warmth in my heart, why won’t it slow to a halt?

As I drift into this nightmare, empty; I wish I could forgive everything

Shattered by reality weighing on me, it all falls gently around me

Though I’m so lost, I feel so lonely

Where my heart has now withered, I can’t taste or savor the flavors

I’m so lost, alone in days common; left to wonder if tomorrow comes the same

Could it have been truly okay? Where did I make my mistake?

If I were to be reborn, who is it who I would become?

As I drift off into this dream, empty; I feel my words spill out so freely

In the shattered remains falling softly, wishing I could relive memories

…wishing I could relive memories

As I drifted into this dream, empty; I woke up and my eyes felt heavy

Shattered by reality weighing on me, reason gently fell onto me

As I drift off into this dream, empty; I felt my tears spill out so freely

In the shattered remains falling softly, reliving shared past memories

Brooklyn !

By Al Sotack

Ingredients:

2 oz. rye whiskey

¾ oz. dry vermouth

¼ oz. amer (such as Golden Moon Amer dit Picon)

¼ oz. Luxardo Maraschino

Lemon twist (for serving)

Preparation:

Combine 2 oz. rye whiskey, ¾ oz. dry vermouth, ¼ oz. amer, and ¼ oz. Luxardo Maraschino in a mixing glass and fill with ice. Stir until well chilled, 20–25 seconds, then strain into a coupe. Express a lemon twist over top and garnish with the twist. 

Cooks' Note

Got extra picon? It makes a great dry highball, simply mixed with sparkling water. You can try yours with a dash of grenadine or with tonic as well.

All alone, a memory of the life Where I shared a smile with you arrives What it did, whatever that it was, Brought my hidden feelings to the front