A Regal Measure

Strolling back inside from that draughty summerhouse card game, my evening naturally demanded proper vintage replenishment, darling. I slipped into the shadows of the open drinks cabinet, where some heathen had abandoned an uncapped crystal decanter of amaretto beside a discarded brass olive fork. Balancing atop the mirrored shelf in my signature heels, I gripped the slender stem of the brass fork with both hands and nudged its curved prongs against the decanter's faceted neck. With one calculated, elegant pry, a rich, amber bead of almond liqueur detached and dropped cleanly into my treasured fluted silver cordial cup below. Discontinued icons never drink from common coasters, my dear.