Shiny, silver cup
I'm drawn to your glow
He works it deep, pressing and shaping
Never tearing or discarding
The evergreen mint
Bourbon flows ,Golden and honeyed
And sweet on the nose
Hints of vanilla, charred oak too
Shiny, silver cup
I'm drawn to your glow
The ice melts in protest, trickling and cold
Working its magic, frosting as it goes
Helping to provoke a taste that is pure
Shiny, silver cup
I'm drawn to your glow
A bouquet of mint sprigs
Tender and young, leave a pleasing aroma
On the nose, enhancing the taste
On the tongue
It's not the derby, it's just and ordinary night
But it is a humbling sight, to watch a ritual
Tried and true, to pass it from me too you
Shiny, silver cup
I'm drawn to your glow
"This is a Hayden Lambert original poem and cannot be reproduced without his permission"
Cheers laco for the photo, check out the link below making a mint julep! Yip me making a julep. The camera work is poor due to my stupidty and people claim that I have far too much mint in it! You decide enjoy.
Me making a julep
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