I’ve been drinking martinis off and on ever since Ken –2 doors down from me in the dorm (1973) – introduced me to them. For some reason, I recall he liked a “dirty martini,” with a bit of the olive brine added. I didn’t know back then its name nor that Franklin Delano Roosevelt drank his in that fashion.
There’s something clean and warming about a martini. It’s been my drink ever since then. Oh, and one makes a martini with gin. A martini has gin. I’d have asked for a vodka martini if that’s what I’d wanted.