Gentlemen, Ladies
It has come to the Society’s attention that Providence — ever the tidy administrator — has arranged a most satisfying piece of symmetry in the affairs of His Grace.
After due experimentation across the watering holes of Europe and the Americas, one has found his preferred libation to be none other than the House of Lords cocktail.
A spirit originally devised for the upper echelons of parliamentary civilisation, refined by generations of discreet club stewards, and now—most naturally—adopted by oneself.
For the curious, its construction is a civilised arrangement of the following:
• A noble base of Macallan 12
• A monkish whisper of Bénédictine (D.O.M.)
• A diplomatic splash of sherry
• Aromatic flourishes of orange, chamomile, and banana — scarcely more than rumours
• And the whole affair presented with a degree of sparkling confidence on the rocks
The result is a drink at once Old World, imperial, and quietly authoritative — very much the spiritual equivalent of a raised eyebrow from a well-dressed man.
Gentlemen are invited to test the formula in their local establishments, making such adaptations as circumstance demands.
Should any member discover a superior interpretation, kindly notify the Society without delay.
Until then, we raise our glasses — discreetly, of course — to the House of Lords, and to guiding the Society’s standards ever upward.
Rene