There was a time when a cocktail wasn’t just a drink. It was an event. A ritual. A signature of character, executed with as much care as a well-written letter or a freshly shined pair of shoes. You didn’t just sip—it meant something. And the man who ordered it knew why. In today’s world of canned spritzes and rainbow-layered Instagram showpieces, it’s easy to forget the quiet dignity of the classics. The Old Fashioned. The Negroni. The Manhattan. These are not drinks of convenience. They are drinks of intention. And the gentleman, in his natural state, is nothing if not