Not long ago the only way to make a Porsche 911 go around corners in the wet was to dump a couple of bags of cement in the trunk at the front. That didn't leave much room for your luggage. Or preferred tipple. Or golf clubs for those who practice that masochistic and dark art of self-flagellation. Then slowly but surely zee Germans figured out ways to (mostly) engineer around the physics problems presented by a car with the engine in the wrong place. More precisely, with the weight concentrated in the wrong place. They didn't use bags of cement, but they did their damndest to concentrate the weight elsewhere, where it should be. While simultaneously adding 4WD or lots of aerodynamic trickery, or both, to stop it becoming a pendulum through corners. Funny thing is, in doing all of that they managed to transform a pig's ear into a silk purse. No mean feat. And a memorable looking and sounding one at that.
There is no German James Bond as far as we know. It could be something to do with the whole, "Two World Wars, One World Cup," sort of English bias thing. It could be that their secret service is just a lot better about keeping its mouth shut and doesn't have ex-members trotting off exciting and timeless spy novels for the general public to read. But it could also be as they do not have Aston Martin. For, these days at least, as Eddie Izzard may say, "No Aston Martin, No James Bond."
And thus, as DQ has been working on a top secret project with the boys from Newport Pagnell for a while, we figured it worthwhile taking some over engineered Teutonic trickery out to compare and contrast with that newly minted and most beautiful and elegant of special agent machines, the Aston Martin DB11 V8 (whose weight is entirely in the right place.)
DQ will be more than happy to wax lyrical on his thoughts, complete with references to snorty exhaust notes, point-and-shoot handling, thickness of the painted stripes on the road as felt through the wheel, and all manner of other such nonsense that those who enjoy testing the Grim Reaper in machines propelled by controlled explosions frequently enjoy. Pop by. But perhaps first get yourself one of our legendary bespoke suits. And one of Joaquin Simo's exceptional cocktails. Only one of which is below. So, as we like to say, "Bottom's Up."
watch: the man who would be bond
We all know that Bond is a loosely biographical, or at least projectional, rendition of Sir Ian Fleming. So sit back and enjoy The Man Who Would Be Bond.
read: natural born heroes
It could just as well be a Bond novel. But it's a true story. And it may not be the only reason for the World War winning statistics above, but it is probably one of them. Tales of daring-do, espionage, kidnapping of SS generals, and local traditions and forces come together to make for a highly educational yarn which is difficult to put down.
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and now time for a cocktail...
Originally Ian Fleming, rejiggered by Joaquín Simó whilst thinking fondly about Eva Green:
The Simo Vesper Martini
Whenever the subjects of Aston Martins and fine British tailoring come up, I can't help but think of James Bond. But while his gadgetry and sartorial sensibilities are typically impeccable, his drinking habits don't often live up to the same standards (the less said about that ill-fated Heineken collaboration, the better). Having said that, the Vesper ain't a half-bad drink, even if the demise of Casino Royale's femme fatale dragged us into the interminable dirge that was Quantum of Solace. Try to find a nice 100 proof vodka here, preferably Russian. And swap out the usual Lillet Blanc for Cocchi Americano, which has a bit more of the quinine bite the originally called-for Kina Lillet once possessed. And for the love of god, don't be a savage and shake the damn thing - stir it lovingly and pour it gently, so as to prevent any aeration and ensure that precious, frigid liquid glides across your tongue like cold, wet velvet.
1.5 oz London dry gin (I love Junipero Gin in this)
.75 oz Vodka (preferably Russian, bonus points for 100 proof)
.75 oz Cocchi Americano Apertivo
1 dash Regans' No. 6 Orange Bitters
Combine all ingredients into a mixing glass, add plenty of ice, and stir briskly until very cold. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass and express a long lemon twist over the top. Do take care to trim and notch the peel beforehand, so as to give yourself the chance to perch it elegantly on the side of your glass. A spy knows the devil is in the details, and accessories always matter.
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