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To be honest, I don’t even really like smoked cocktails.
I seem to be in the minority here. Everyone oohs and ahhs over smoked cocktails—the show, the great arc of the cloche removal, the cloud vanishing like magic to reveal a perfectly posed glass—but it’s not for me. I don’t mean to say that I don’t like smoke, because I do. I love mezcal and Islay scotch and barbeque, and at a campfire I’m the guy who’s essentially cremating his marshmallow before eating it….
