This recipe has a century of development. Half a century of my father, Pierre Marot Purves and half a century of my huspand Robert Van Buren Pollard. I remember as a child, competing with brothers to have the privilege of smashing the ice cubes in a canvas bag with a wood mallet. Pierre also made a mean Old Fashioned, but even after I reached the exalted age 21 (which was when my father allowed us to have a cocktail in his house), I could never get past the first sip of his Old Fashioned, His daiquiri was another story. I used to go back and pour what was left over in his cocktail shaker and pour it into my coupe glass. I still do.
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