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suaveTopic: "Lime is on my side" (6)
Frodo's Aunt Blanche will always be remembered for the phrase, "It is always 5:00 somewhere." The magic hour closes in on Frodo this wickedly warm Saturday in August, as he culminates his labors of love in the gardens of the Shire. Soon he will gather his favorite cocktail glass, a bottle of Roses' Lime Juice, any good bottle-contained European or Slavic Vodka, a sliced lime, about a pound of shaved or chipped ice, and a stirrer purloined from one of any number of favored bars located in well-remembered locations throughout Middle Earth. The result, a Gimlet, is one way to truly define the Hobbit.
James Bond would say, "Shaken, not stirred."
Frodo says, "On the rocks, if you please."
A gimlet, straight-up, is nothing more than a martini before viagra. Absent the presence of green-tinted ice, and a solitary droplet of moisture in search of a coaster beneath, there is no romance in the refreshment that satisfies thirst, and relaxes the senses better than any this time of year. Frodo prefers to remain seated, with a view of a setting sun clouded by flashes of lightning in the faraway lands beyond the canopy of the Shire. There is always music, the best of friends, and Sam.
It is now 10 minutes past five o'clock.
Time's a wastin'.
