No, no, no... this is not about romance. Well, maybe a litte, but it's romance in the sense of nostalgia, rather than ... well ... the other kind. This is a cocktail that dates back to 1895.
I did not happen to whip this up in the morning as you may (or may not) have guessed by the lighting. This was an evening affair (woo!), inspired by the fact that I stumbled across the recipe today, managed to find Chartreuse across the river in Québec at the SAQ, and got a copy of Billy's Best Bottles 2012 (renewing my interest in wine, precipitating a certain degree of shopping and testing, and leading to the need for a pre-emptive strike on tomorrow morning). :D
Cheers, folks! X! (And be sure to use the toast from the wonderful movie Schultze Gets the Blues: "For medicinal purposes!" -- I use this all the time regardless [shhh...!].)
(Disclaimer: please adhere to recommended dosage, and note that if you don't like freaky weird bitter stuff like olives, Johnny Cash, anchovies, and the odd splash of Unicum from the freezer, please steer clear.)