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drink That's Amari A lonely woman falls in love with Campari, Aperol, and other bitters. By Troy Patterson Posted Thursday, Sept. 1, 2011, at 10:21 AM ET In the middle of the summer of her 40th year, Sophie Bitterson went very slightly mad, contentedly so. Retrospectively, reviewing her intense fling with a peculiar class of liquors, she counted herself a housewife corrupted by reading fiction. One Wednesday afternoon in late July, when Scooter and Sally were off at camp and Bob was back in the city "working," she assumed her usual perch by the rocks outside the vacation cottage. In her Adirondack chair, under her sun hat, with a tall cold salty dog at the ready, she cracked open For Your Eyes Only, a collection of tales about the problem drinker James Bond. She was not five pages into its first story, "From a View to a Kill", when Ian Fleming's analysis of a drink order touched something deep inside of her: To continue reading, click here. Troy Patterson is Slate's television critic. Join the Fray: our reader discussion forum What did you think of this article? POST A MESSAGE | READ MESSAGES Also In Slate The Purpose of Cheney's Memoir Isn't To Prove He Was Right So Much as To Prove He's Human These Guys Must Be the Unluckiest Survivors of Japan's Tsunami The 10 Most Important Mistresses in History	Advertisement
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