Negroni will always be my go-to. In those moments when the bar person asks for your order, like a rabbit stuck in headlights, your mind goes blank, but I can always count on my subconscious operating my voice box and ordering a Negroni. You see, your body knows what it likes, that bitter, spirit forward sip will always have my heart.

Come the warmer months, a Negroni seems more apt curled under a rug by the hearth, so I bring it in line with the seasons. Fresh Lime syrup, a citrus floral forward gin with a crisp white amaro and suddenly it’s the freshest sip of spring and summer.