The Pinnacle of All FinesseOn a night like this, I pour out a shot of cherry Pinnacle vodka into a Stolichnaya vodka snifter, or more accurately, a shotglass. It's not much of a shot really as more of the piss-warm vodka that sat on my floor in its alluring blue bottle on the floor during my little dinner date with a certain burger monarch condenses into the shotglass. I thought I may have filled it too full but a closer analysis seems to indicate that I barely put no more than a thimbleful of cherry Pinnacle into my shotglass. I don't know percentages off the top of my head; it ain't graduated. I swish it around in the glass to coat all of its porcelain glass surfaces
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