Build vermouth, peach liqueur, and amaretto in a wine glass. Add raspberries and gently press just until they split and bleed. Add a large cube placed against the side with drop of orange blossom water. Prosecco last, poured gently down the side of the glass. Give one slow stir — just enough to integrate.
When I first saw the Bertolucci film “Stealing Beauty” I was completely enchanted; less by the plot than by the place — the Tuscan countryside; the light, scents and sounds hanging in the air. This story of first love made me nostalgic for my own first love; for that particular kind of innocence where desire feels new and effortless and time stretches lazily through the afternoon. I wanted to live inside that film — where wine appears as lunch, fruit is eaten with stained fingers, and pleasure is indulged without apology. This drink is built like that memory: bright and buoyant at first, then gradually deeper, warmer, and sensuous by the finish. It’s an afternoon that slips into twilight before you even notice.
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