‘A dry martini – served shaken, not stirred – in the London club where Ian Flemming imagined the world’s most famous spy. ānti embodies the cheeky bartender rinsing a cocktail glass with a few drops of vermouth that spill to the ground with each grand gesture.Years upon years of crisp vermouth distilled in a thick velvet carpet, and enhanced by the zest of Amalfi lemon tossed aside by a mysterious gentleman.’ – Anti Parfum
